Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 15:07:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Boston Beth <writeongirl77@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pucks and Bodyslams in Salt Lake City part 1a
Hey, what's up. This is not my first fan fic but
it is my Nifty debut, so please go easy on me! I'm
sorry if this seems a little dated, events in my life
did not let me post it earlier--it takes place during
the just-past Olympics and before Wrestlemania (which
was a little better than I expected it to be). This is
my take on what would happen if some of the World
Wrestling Federation superstars met up with some of
hockey's heroes during the games.
DISCLAIMER: All of the following people mentioned
in this story (except for Tony and Kristin, who are
original characters of mine) are real and I don't own
them. However, I am not saying any of them are gay or
that I know their opinions on the subject. The only
one I can tell you for sure who's gay here is me. What
you are about to read did not happen.
STORY NOTE: This is a story that happens to have
sex in it as opposed to a quickie with nothing except
descriptions of the horizontal cha-cha. There will be
a fair amount of talk here. Some of it will be sexual,
some will not. (This part has sexy situations but no
sex. Part 2, if you want to see it, will have sex I
promise!) If you are looking for something fast
without a lot of depth, maybe you will have better
luck someplace else. But if what I've described sounds
okay, then read on! I truly hope you enjoy it.
TITLE: Pucks and Bodyslams in Salt Lake City (1a/?)
AUTHOR: Boston Beth
WHO'S IN IT: For the WWF: Paul Levesque (HHH), Chris
Irvine (Chris Jericho), Adam Copeland (Edge), Jason
Reso (Christian), Kurt Angle(that's his real name so
these parentheses aren't really necessary). For the
Olympians: Mike Modano, Chris Chelios, Jeremy Roenick
from Team USA; Pavel and Valeri Bure from Team Russia,
plus some surprise guests, twists and turns along the
way.
FINE, BUT WHY WRESTLING & HOCKEY? I'm a big fan
of both sports. And I have two research papers that I
really, really don't want to do.
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Vince McMahon was at a loss. He was convinced
that the NWO revival was just what the World Wrestling
Federation needed in order to keep the fans
interested. But things weren't turning out the way he
expected. The anticipation for Wrestlemania was not as
heavy as in years past. Vince just couldn't understand
why fans wouldn't be dying to see Hogan, Hall, and
Nash--wrestlers who had talent, charisma, and whose
combined ages were approximately 200 years old. He had
to do something before the viewers at home found new
appreciation for "Friends" and "Everybody Loves
Raymond". The best way to do that, he figured, was to
lock up all the writers until they came up with
something halfway decent and give the entire roster of
wrestlers a short vacation.
"Is this a lucky break or what?" asked an
extremely happy Paul Levesque, better known to his
fans as The Game, Triple H. He seemed more excited as
the plane neared the Salt Lake City airport. "I used
to watch them when I was a kid, but I never thought
I'd actually be getting to the Winter Olympics!" he
remarked, filled with anticipation.
"Can you believe it? We're going to see the USA-
Russia hockey game! That was nice of Vince to get us
the tickets." remarked Kurt Angle, no stranger to the
games or to the gold.
"Yeah, it sure was. He was nice to do that. I've
noticed he hasn't been himself lately." added Adam
Copeland, his arm around the neck of his lover Jason
Reso. "I've never been to Utah before, so this should
be quite an experience. I can't wait to see it. Think
of all its natural beauty. We'll be seeing wheat-
colored sunsets!"
"Don't forget those majestic, snow-drenched
mountains." said Jason, sleepy from the long trip.
"And the most important, most breathtaking sight of
all." said Paul.
"What's that?" asked Chris Irvine, staring out
the window into the clouds, asking as if he weren't
really interested in the answer.
"Geez, Chris. Mike, of course!" Paul sat back and
smiled, knowing that soon he would be in the arms
(and, he hoped, the pants) of his fellow sports
superstar, the NHL's Mike Modano.
"Oh, oh yeah." said Adam. " Man, Paul, you have
got to be the luckiest guy on earth. He is so hot! I
don't know what you did to deserve such a gorgeous
creature but damn I wish I saw him first..." Adam
finished, laughing slightly. Paul was annoyed that
Adam was starting up with this again. Adam made no
attempts to hide his attraction to the sexy center, no
matter who was in earshot.
Jason shot him a look of disbelief. Quickly Adam
turned apologetic. "Hey, nobody's better than you
sweetie!" Adam reassured his man with a quick kiss on
his lips that did not make the sour pout on Jason's
face disappear.
Kurt let out a heavy sigh. "It's good to get away
anyhow. I think Chris and I need a break." he said,
talking about his boyfriend Chris Benoit. Chris had to
see the doctor to get an update on how his neck was
healing, so he was unable to take the trip. "I am
really getting sick of him being around the house all
the time." he continued, moping.
"Problems at home, huh?" asked Chris.
Kurt shook his head. "Not really serious
problems. But we get into a lot of little fights, you
know?"
"Well, maybe it's just a matter of too much
closeness." said Adam.
"Yeah." Jason continued. "Not only were you
together all the time on the road, now you both have
to deal with being together all the time at home. It's
an adjustment for the both of you. Maybe you can let
him know how you feel."
Paul said, "I say Jason's right. Kurt, maybe you
need
to try some open and honest communication. And,
incidentally, that does not include making grunting
noises while your legs are hanging over his shoulders.
That's why Mike and I have a terrific relationship."
he said confidently. "It means not losing your cool
when you feel like a little spat is going to blow up,
you know? You've got to open up a little and let him
know when things are bad, before they get worse."
Chris shifted his legs and took another drink.
"Good advice, Paul. But don't take it too hard Kurt.
At least you have someone. You all do. I'm here all
alone. I feel like some kind of loser." he said sadly.
"Are you kidding?" said Kurt. "Sometimes I think
you're the lucky one! You don't have to answer to
anybody. You can come and go as you like. No extra
stress in your life when you're not getting along with
your boyfriend. No arguing about you wanting sex and
he doesn't. There's a lot to be said for being
single!"
Paul nodded his head. "Don't listen to him. He's just
bitter and frustrated. And, by that last statement,
it's because Benoit isn't keeping the bed warm
lately."
Kurt expelled a heavy sigh. "Oh, get off my back." he
said.
"Now see, there's your problem right there."
answered Paul. "You need to stop telling Benoit that!"
Then he turned to Chris. "So what if you're not with
anyone? You're still going to have fun. I know it. You
always find a way." he said, raising his voice so that
he could be heard over the noise of the descending
plane.
"Maybe you're right." said Chris. And definitely
you're wrong! thought Chris. Ah, what does Paul know.
He's happy. He doesn't understand at all. None of them
do.
Chris had been rather unlucky in the romance
department lately. He was feeling as if the rest of
the guys were part of some flashy, exclusive club and
he was the one who would never, no matter how hip or
cool he was, be on the guest list. He had recently
discovered that one of his crushes, Matt Hardy, was
taken. Well, Chris figured, if he wanted to hook up
with Gregory Helms, at least if they wanted to role-
play Superman and Lois Lane they'd be all set.
His other crush was Tony Luciano, a writer for
the
WWF. Chris had fallen for him the first day they met.
That long, black curly hair, those eyes that made you
want him in every part of the house, not just the
bedroom--Chris took one look and he was gone. They
became great friends and Chris thought he would have a
chance when he found out Tony was gay. But Tony made
it was very clear that work came first and that he
wanted only a friendship. So that was out.
The final heartbreak came not that long ago, from
someone that Chris knew would be at the game and who
he was not looking forward to seeing. Chris and Brett
Hull had met and had a one night stand. The night was
laden with passion and Chris tried to fool himself
into thinking it could develop into something serious.
But once the steam from the heat they created faded,
he saw the truth--there's no chance for real happiness
with a married man, especially one who already had a
lover on the side. Why become another problem for him,
Chris reasoned, he's already got enough. And forget
anything meaningful with a fan. They all wanted Chris
Jericho--the larger than life character. He never
thought Chris Irvine was such a terrible guy! So now
Chris was alone, but not without hope.
After a seemingly endless flight and car ride,
they made it to a quiet, restful night at their hotel.
The next day was spent touring the Olympic Village
noshing and talking of nothing except hockey and the
guys who play it. By the time they got to the E Center
and became part of a rocking, rowdy crowd of
thousands, they were ready for anything that was
coming. It was a tight, fast paced game and the crowd
was just as high-energy as the players. Word
got out that wrestlers were in attendance so naturally
some of the fans had to let them know just how they
felt about them. All the chants one hears at an event
like this were there--"USA number one! Go United
States! Shoot the puck! Austin's gonna hand you your
ass Jericho!" Okay, maybe one doesn't usually hear
that last remark at an Olympic event such as this one.
"Woo-hoo!" yelled Kurt as he and the rest of the
boys made their way to the dressing area, still
ecstatic over the USA's 3-2 win over Russia. "We are
going for the gold, baby!"
"Now it's time to party!" proclaimed Adam. With
his tight leather pants and silky black shirt it
looked like he was all set to make that statement come
true. And most of the others were ready to follow.
Jason and Kurt looked just right for the nighttime.
They wore tight jeans and shirts that teased at their
muscular forms. Following the lead of his boyfriend,
Paul was forgoing his usual t-shirt and jeans uniform
in favor of a flashy, form-fitting Armani suit. But
Chris was giving off quite a different vibe. He
sported a sweatshirt and formless jeans. His hair was
in a tight braid and he wore his glasses. Far from
being his TV persona-that of the sexy, charismatic
"ayatollah of rock and rolla", he looked ready to play
the part of tonight's wallflower.
"For now, I want to see Mike." said Paul. They got
to Team USA's dressing room and peeked through the
entrance. They saw Mike sitting on the bench, still in
his uniform. While he was chatting with his teammate
Jeremy Roenick Mike removed his skates. Paul leaned
against the doorway and admired how Mike could make
this mundane task so graceful. Paul's heart filled
with pride at the sight of the handsome, dark-blonde
player in red, white, and blue. And with the ways he
was creating to get Mike out of uniform, Paul was
quickly filled with other feelings too.
"Well?" asked Adam. "Are you going in or what?"
"Yeah." said Kurt. "What are you waiting for,
your
entrance music? It's not happening. Come on already."
"Excuse me, but is this where the future-gold-medal
winners-of-America meeting is taking place?" asked
Paul as the group made their way into the room.
Immediately Mike recognized Paul's deep, sexy voice.
"Paul?" he asked. "Hey, you made it!"
"How's my Olympic hero doing?" asked Paul.
Mike rose from the bench and stood in front of
Paul. "He's just fine now." he said, reacquainting
himself Paul's powerful frame. "How are you guys
doing? I haven't seen you all in a while!"
"Just fine!" the boys responded. Mike visited
Paul at television taping as often as his schedule
would allow, and he had become good friends with many
of Paul's co-workers.
"Everyone, I'd like for you to meet Jeremy
Roenick." said Mike. Greetings were exchanged all
around. "Hey, it's good to meet you all, I've been a
big fan for years!" he said.
"The feeling is very mutual!" said Paul, noticing
Jeremy's slightly clammy handshake. He couldn't tell
but the sight of Adam and Jay discreetly holding hands
made Jeremy nervous.
"Paul, I'm so happy you came. I've barely seen you
since Christmas." said Mike.
"I know, I know." replied Paul. "I've just been
so busy with working on Wrestlemania. And then this
roster split we've got coming up. Everyone's been
going crazy trying to make this all work."
"I'm surprised they even let you get away. Wouldn't
they need you to write?"
"Usually. But Vince, in a rare moment of
compassion, decided that I needed a break and it was
okay that I come here and see you."
There was a pause. Mike looked into Paul's eyes,
admiring his handsome lover. "Paul, I've gotta do
this. We've been apart for too long." Mike threw his
arms around Paul, gave him a quick kiss on the mouth
and rested his head on Paul's broad shoulder.
"Uh Mike, are you sure we can do this here? Aren't
there any reporters around?" asked Paul. He had to be
conscious of the media and deep down inside he
resented it. Paul and Mike's employers knew of their
relationship and they weren't particularly thrilled
about it. They did not want to deal with the fallout
if it was discovered that Paul and Mike-who were not
only role models to the male audience, but also
heartthrobs to their sizable female fan base-were in a
serious relationship. So far though, Vince McMahon
and Doug Armstrong hadn't made any attempts to control
their relationship. After all, they knew they could
not tell two grown men what to do with their lives.
"It's okay, Paul. They all left a while ago." Mike
said, looking into Paul's eyes.
"Oh. Well, in that case." Paul drew Mike close
and their mouths met. At first they kissed softly.
Paul's tongue parted his lips and went straight
through Mike's. Now it was passionate, surprising, as
if it were the first time. Paul's hand moved to Mike's
backside, rubbing it firmly as everyone watched and
hollered.
The only one who didn't appreciate their performance
was Jeremy. His face was a little red and he let out
an exasperated sigh. "Mike, I thought you said you
weren't going to do that. You know it freaks me out!"
he said.
Mike wore an apologetic look. "I-I'm sorry
Jeremy. I guess I got a little carried away, not
having seen Paul for so long." he said.
"I'm sorry too." said Paul. "I wouldn't have done
that if I'd known."
"It's okay guys." Jeremy said, half focused on
them and half on the ceiling.
He turned to the other wrestlers. "So, did
you guys enjoy the game?" asked Jeremy, anxious to
take
his mind off what he had just seen.
"Did we ever!" Kurt said enthusiastically. "It
was awesome. You guys looked good out there. It is
going to do me proud to see you and the rest of our
team skating around Sunday with the gold! I know
you're gonna do it!"
"Now just wait a minute, Kurt!" Adam interjected.
"Jeremy, it was a great game, don't
get me wrong. And please, don't take this
personally because you are one of the best in
the league. And you too, Mike, you looked good
out there. You always look good." Adam flashed him
another
smile before continuing. "But Canada
is due. Fifty years is too long without the
gold. Sunday, it's our turn!" The Toronto native ended
firmly.
"Yeah right Adam!" said Paul. "My friend, do I
need to remind you of what they say about history? It
repeats itself. What happened at Lake Placid is going
to happen here. The spirits of the past are going to
have something to say about this! The United States is
the best team and that's that!"
"Excuse me?" asked Jason. "May I remind you may I
remind you that we've got Jarome Iginla, who is only
the current top point man? Plus we have Michael Peca
and Chris Pronger and Brendan Shanahan?" he continued.
An unimpressed Paul shook his head and indicated with
his hand that Jason was talking too much. Undeterred
by Paul's opinion Jason continued. "And all these
players led by Gretzky, who is only the greatest
player ever? There's no way we're gonna lose!"
"That may be so, but don't discount our guys!"
continued Paul. "Bill Guerin's good-you can't deny
that! You can have Pronger, I'll take Chris Chelios
any day. Nobody hits harder than he does! And, and,
and you forget. One of the hardest shots in the
league, Brett Hull! So don't tell me we don't have a
great team!"
Hearing Brett's name sent a chill through Chris's
body. But that wasn't enough to keep Chris out of a
good hockey discussion. "Don't forget, we've got
Lemieux!" said Chris, coming alive for the first time
tonight. "And Yzerman, and Joe Sakic!
"Somebody call for me?" asked Joe as he entered the
room. The boys quickly gathered to meet the Colorado
star. Of course, it might have had something to do
with seeing the rugged, handsome star up close that
made them want to hurry!
"Wow! We're all big fans. This is a real pleasure to
meet you." said Paul, shaking his hand.
"Same here. I couldn't wait
to meet you, Paul. In fact I've been dying to meet you
all ever since Mike said you were coming. I mean, I'm
in the presence of quite a group here. A fellow
Olympian, the undisputed champion, one of the best tag
teams of all time, and of course, Stephane Richer and
Roch Voisine!" he said, laughing and pointing at Mike
and Paul.
"Very funny, Joe!" said Mike, who thought it was.
Just then a tall, imposing figure strolled into
the room. "Well, well look who's here!" said Chris
Chelios. He was down to a pair of pants and the boys
couldn't help but stare at his toned, nicely cut
chest. "They did come!" Chris shook Paul's hand.
"Sergei, Anna, it's always a pleasure to see you!" The
entire room broke out into laughter.
"Geez, I thought I was coming to the Olympics.
Instead we get amateur night at the Comedy
Connection." Paul said in
a deadpan voice, returning Chris's greeting. "Having
said that, I'd like to say it is a pleasure to meet
you, Chris."
"Seriously, I'm excited to meet you all too."
Chris continued, shaking Adam's hand. Kurt was the
last of the boys he introduced himself to.
Kurt found it hard to take his eyes off Chris. He
was captured by his expressive eyes and his mouth.
That mouth, Kurt believed, was begging to be kissed.
And by the way Chris held Kurt's handshake, it was
evident that the attraction was shared. He had Kurt's
hand much longer than a man who is just meeting
another man would not usually hold it. Chris lost
track of time as he admired the brilliant blue jewels
Kurt had for eyes.
"You-you played a fantastic game, Chris." Kurt
said
suddenly in a fairly steady voice.
"Thank you." Chris replied, breaking his hold.
"That was good, the way you stayed in front of
the net. You know, so that you could find it easier to
shoot the puck away from the goalie. That's good
strategy, Chris." Kurt could barely make out his
sentences. He could feel his head getting warmer and a
little dizzy.
"Well thank you, Kurt. That's very kind of you to
say. It's all part of working for the team though."
"Yeah, that's true, hockey being a team sport and
all." Now Kurt was wearing the look that he wore in
the ring--intense, yet vacant.
"So how long do you think it'll be before Kurt
leaves with him?" asked Paul in an aside to Mike.
"Half an hour, tops!" Mike replied.
Joe's sharp voice suddenly broke the tension.
"Hey, enough about hockey. I want to hear about
Wrestlemania!" he said.
"Yeah! I'd love to know the inside stories!"
exclaimed Jeremy.
"So would I." added Chris, returning to reality.
"Sorry guys, but that's top secret." said Paul.
"Yeah, I'm afraid Paul is right." added Chris
Irvine. "Paul and I are in the main event and even I
don't know who's going to win."
"Oh that's right!" said Jeremy. "It's Hunter
versus the homewrecker, right?"
"You could say that!" said Chris, laughing along
with the rest of the group. It was to laugh, really.
The whole world believed that Paul and Stephanie were
lovers on screen and off, but Chris was the only one
who knew Stephanie's secret. And it was very important
he not say a word. If Vince ever discovered that she
was actually dating Tony's sister Kristin. Why, he'd
be so upset and humiliated that he would have to leave
the business. Hmmmm, thought Chris, I wonder when I
should tell him the happy news?
"Gee, I thought that the winner of that match
won the rights to Stephanie!" said Kurt.
"Nah, the winner gets the rights to Mike!" said
Adam.
"You wish." said Paul without a trace of humor in
his voice.
"Nice try, Adam." said Mike, used to Adam's games
by now.
"Okay, I can see we'll get nothing out of them.
Come on Mike, spill it!" said the Detroit defenseman.
"Spill what?" asked Mike, removing his jersey
and padding. "Paul doesn't tell me anything!"
Chris was not convinced. "You mean he doesn't
tell you about what goes on behind the scenes?" he
asked, amazed.
"Well, he talks a little about future storylines
and where they're touring, but not about who's going
to win matches or anything like that." Mike said, now
down to his undershirt and pants.
Chris walked over to Mike and said something in
his ear that left them both in hysterics.
"What? What did he say?" asked Paul.
"Do you mind sharing it with the whole class?" said
Jeremy.
"I didn't want to say it out loud because I knew
it would bother you." said Chris, pointing to Jeremy.
"But now I have to tell you. I said to Mike, you mean
that when you guys are in bed, you don't say to him,
oh baby, I'll give it to you harder if you tell me
who's going to win the Intercontinental title!" Chris
starting breathing heavily and thrusting his crotch
while telling the joke. As everyone else laughed
Jeremy's face turned red.
"It's just a joke, JR. Lighten up, will you?"
said Joe.
"Okay, Chris." said Paul after he regained his
composure. "Just for that, I'm going to tell you who
will win the Intercontinental title."
"Good. And I hope it's not that Regal guy. He's
the most boring wrestler out there!" said Jeremy.
"Yeah." agreed Joe as Chris nodded. "That look he
has is so stupid, like he just walked into a room full
of rotten eggs!"
"Hey, Darren's a good friend of mine. He's
nothing like what you see on TV." insisted Paul.
"Oh, so that's why he's champion?" asked Joe.
Paul was momentarily sidetracked by the obvious
answer. "Uhm, well.Wrestlemania! That's what we're
talking about here. The winner will be." They leaned
in close. Then the hockey guys yelled and pumped their
fists in the air victoriously.
"RVD! RVD!" they chanted.
"Finally you're giving him a belt!" said Joe.
"No!" said Jeremy emphatically. "Don't you
remember he was hardcore champ! At least twice."
"Oh yeah, you're right. Aw man, RVD's gonna kill him!
That's a major belt so that's awesome. Hey, who's the
Rock fighting?" asked Joe.
"Hogan!" said Kurt.
"Hulk Hogan?" asked Jeremy. "Isn't he, like,
eighty years old?"
"Yeah." said Jason. "And he doesn't look a day
over one hundred!"
"That isn't a match. That's a massacre!" said
Chris.
Joe looked at his watch. "Hey, as much as I'd like to
stay and talk, I've got to go, guys. I gotta make a
phone call." he said. As he made his exit he stopped
to talk to Mike.
"So listen, my boyfriend's coming in from Denver
later today." said Joe. The boys couldn't believe what
he'd just said.
"His boyfriend?" whispered Kurt to Chris Irvine.
"He's gay too?"
"I guess it's true what I've heard." answered
Chris. "The NHL is the biggest gay club in the world!"
"It's okay if he and I stop by later on to see you and
Paul?" Joe asked.
"Of course it is." said Mike, smiling.
"I'll talk to you later then." said Joe as he made his
departure.
"What was that about, Mike?" asked Paul. Mike had
pulled off his soaked blue undershirt, revealing his
firm, muscular chest. He tossed it carelessly on the
floor. "Oh, it's a surprise." Mike's smile and voice
carried a sense of mystery.
"I've gotta get going too." said Jeremy. He took
a few steps, then turned around suddenly to face the
boys.
"Actually, let me ask you something. I just want
your opinion." he said.
"Okay." the wrestlers said in unison.
Jeremy stood with his legs slightly apart and one
hand on his hip. "Do I look good?" he asked earnestly.
"I mean, my outfit. I look good, right? Do you think
this brown is a good color for me?"
"Uh, yeah." said Jason, unsure of where this was
going. To Kurt he whispered, "What is he asking us
this for?"
"Hmm. That's a good question. It seems a bit odd
to me. I mean, you see the way he reacts when anyone
mentions the subject of men admiring men? I don't know
why he would want us checking him out." replied Kurt.
"Maybe he's playing into some kind of stereotype,
you know? Maybe he just automatically thinks we're
experts on this."
"Well, that's one explanation." said Kurt,
thinking about what else it could be.
"My hair looks good? I worry about that, you
know." Jeremy continued, giving it a quick brush with
his fingers.
"Oh! Oh yeah." said Jason and Kurt. They did have
to admit, Jeremy did look stylish and attractive. The
brown turtleneck and slacks he'd selected did play
against his skin well.
"And these pants don't make my butt look too fat,
do they Adam?" he asked, his backside slightly jutting
out to give it a better view. Adam examined it
discreetly yet carefully.
"It's quite acceptable." he said, the underlying
meaning in his voice suggesting that he found it more
than that.
"Good then! I'm off. Well, it was great to meet
you all!" Jeremy said in a friendly voice, shaking
hands with the wrestlers. "I hope you can make it to
the game Sunday?"
"We wouldn't miss it for anything!" they replied.
"All right then. Catch you guys later!" he called
out, leaving the room.
"I thought he'd never leave!" said Paul, hugging
Mike tight. "He sure knows how to put the squash on
some fun, huh?"
"Well, listen." said Mike, giving Paul a peck on
the cheek. "If he's not comfortable with it, we should
respect that."
"I guess you're right." said Paul, releasing his
lover. Mike flashed him the smile that made Paul feel
like the luckiest man in the world. "Wanna watch me
shower?" he asked flirtatiously.
"Oh! Like you have to ask!" Paul responded,
giving him an evil grin of his own.
"Good then!" said Mike, hooking his thumbs into
the waistband of his pants. Soon they joined his shirt
on the floor, leaving Mike in a soaked, bulging jock
strap. "If you want to see the rest, you'll have to
follow me!" he teased, walking towards the showers.
"See ya, guys!" Paul yelled behind him.
"Bye!" they all responded.
Chris Chelios, now standing next to Kurt, grabbed
a towel from the stack near the bench. "I think that
sounds like a good idea." he said.
"OK. So maybe after you get out we could talk
more about the game?" asked Kurt, his heart pounding
at the sight of Chris.
"Yeah sure." he replied, removing his jock.
"Great. I just know Sunday's game is going to be
terrific. It will be---" Kurt was struck by the sight
of all of Chris's hard muscles"---amazing! Just
amazing!" he said, his voice rising a couple of
octaves.
"All right. See you guys later!" Chris said.
"Bye Chris!" they called back, shaking their
heads at how beautiful Chris looked walking to the
showers, his hips slightly swaying, uncluttered by
clothes.
Kurt was lost in thought. Not only was he letting
his mind run free with fantasies of the gorgeous
defenseman, he was also curious about Jeremy's
behavior. He was so concerned about it that he did not
hear himself being addressed.
"Hey! It's Kurt Angle!" said one man.
"It's true! It's true!" said the other.
Kurt quickly turned around to see Pavel and
Valeri Bure right in front of him.
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OK, that's enough for now. I would really appreciate
some feedback-praise (of course!) and constructive
criticism would be terrific. If you have nothing good
to say, please do not waste your time or energy
telling me. Part 1b has more Pavel and Valeri, plus
some good stuff that will lead to better stuff. Thanks
for reading! Send letters to writeongirl77@yahoo.com