Chapter 86
A few nights later at Raw, all three brands were present. Beverly had been keeping the girls so they wouldn’t miss school as well as was taking care of Michael, leaving Montana free to go with Paul, a chance she rarely had.
Mariah was still amused about the whole drunk Brian and the cows incident (which he still didn’t remember and no one had filled him in), and Brian still couldn’t figure out why she had taken everything so well.
Also still laughing about it, Paul wrote in the men‘s room at the arena, "Brian loves cows" on the wall right above the toilet paper dispenser and drew a cow for future reference.
“You are horrible,” Montana chuckled when he’d told her what he had done.
“Serves him right for dragging me into all the shit he’s done,” Paul replied. “Besides, I doubt anyone outside of us would get the joke anyway.”
“I don’t think he’s going to even get it,” Montana smiled. “Poor Brian.”
“Oh, wait until you see that he’s hosting Kiss Cam tonight,” Paul laughed.
“What? I thought the divas did that.”
“Usually yeah, but they had Khali do it once, so I decided to be a smart ass, suggested Spanky, and they loved the idea. So he’s up for tonight. He’s going to piss himself. Zeke’s already back there laughing his ass off, and that dude rarely cracks a smile.”
“I’m guessing Bri doesn’t know about this.”
“Not yet,” Paul nodded. “That’s going to be the fun part; the cocky heel kicking ass and taking names with his Chippendale-esque dance moves and the bodyguard so scary, a serial killer would probably run away, hosting the Kiss Cam.” He began to laugh.
“You better hope he doesn’t try to kiss you,” Montana said with a giggle.
“Not a chance. I’ll will be plenty of distance away, preferably back here with you. I probably won’t be on the card again anyway, so I may as well go count tiles.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Montana shook her head.
“You have any better ideas?”
“We could watch the show together,” she suggested. “It’s not like I get to come with you all the time without the kids. Speaking of which, I should check in with Bev to see how they are.”
“You just talked to her earlier.”
“She called me to ask about how much to give Michael in his bottle,” Montana reminded him. “It’s been awhile since she cared for a baby on an extended basis.”
“Well, at least she isn’t giving him coffee and eggs,” Paul said, referring to the incident of Brian sharing his breakfast with Michael a few days before.
“Yes, not exactly a good thing for him just yet, even if he did like it.”
“I didn’t exactly enjoy wearing it, burp cloth or otherwise.”
“Relish the time now; in twenty years, you’ll be crying at his wedding.” Montana gave him a smile. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Later:
They had been halfway through the show of promos, matches, videos, and commentaries before Brian had gone out for a promo and found he would be doing the Kiss Cam afterward. A few people had bitten their lips to keep from laughing, and he hadn’t been thrilled at first, but Montana had thought she had spotted a familiar gleam in his eye.
She had an idea what was coming, and prepared herself, not saying a word to Paul. He wasn’t paying much attention anyway.
The usual couples kissed here and there when they were shown on camera before Cole and King’s commentary snapped Paul’s attention and he realized the camera was on him.
“What the….” he began.
It was then Montana grabbed him in a deep, passionate kiss, resulting in cheers of approval from the crowd and a slick smile from Brian. It was all Zeke could do to keep his straight face.
“Jesus, Mon, you just made out with me in front of millions of people!” he complained.
“Since when are you objecting?” she grinned. “We have a license anyway.”
“SPANKY! I’m going to kick your ass!” Paul bellowed, taking off after him it was over and Brian had gotten backstage.
Brian howled with laughter, getting a quick start while Paul chased him around backstage, cursing him in both English and Spanish.
“What a couple of goofballs,” Montana chuckled, shaking her head. “I will admit this beats another evening at home in front of the TV.”
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