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Chris MacBeth · (11-29-2013)

As Faiths eyes slowly flicker and open the bright light piercing in through the window quickly makes her aware of the aching in her head. She looks to her right and see’s Chris lying on his front asleep... and drooling. She smiles as she begins to try and push her headache to one side and think about the good time that was had by all the night before... wait....blank.

Panic begins to set in when she fails to remember a single thing; the last thing she could remember was ordering the steak and chips. This is the worse feeling in the world, the feeling of the unknown. Not knowing if y9ou embarrassed yourself, left a good impression or even left no impression.

”This is not good.” She thinks.

Looking at Chris again she reaches out and gives him a gentle shove to wake him up. He stirred a little but didn’t wake. She tried again but a little more firm this time quietly calling out his name as she did. His eyes finally all be it slowly opened and looked back at her, it was a serious look and the feeling of regret began to form in the pit of Faith’ stomach. Chris just stared back at Faith for a little while and Faith returned the stare, eventually though Chris must have sensed Faiths worry and cracked a smile. This one little smile did help reduce the fear or worry that Faith had been feeling but she still needed to know for sure. ”Best just to ask I guess” She thinks to herself.

Faith: Did you enjoy least night, spending time with your family.

Macbeth: Of course, it was a great night; do you remember Tyrone falling off the bench outside? That was funny as hell.

Faith: Which one was Tyrone? If I am honest, I don’t really remember much of anything last night, I haven’t drunk that much since college. How did I do? Fuck it she though, I’m just gonna ask him out right, she was so nervous about meeting his family she may have gone a little over the top on the alcohol front.

Macbeth: Well, you were doing fine until you woke me up at the un godly hour.

Macbeth smiles and Faith smiles right back at him the relief was overwhelming, she really was worried she had fucked it up. The pair slowly fall back asleep.

Later...

So this next week on Madness I am in a gauntlet match in which the winner is crowned the number one contender for the Television Title.

Chris Macbeth is sat with Faith by his side ion the village pub. His family are all sat around him and a local reporter is sat in front of him taking notes for The Guardian newspaper. Looking relaxed as this is an occurrence that Chris had experience a thousand times he lifts his pint off of the table and takes a sip before the reporter continues on with the questioning.

”Can I ask you about your attack on Zak Misery at Lethal Lottery a few weeks back?”

Still not wanting to hear about this Faith quickly gets to her feet and excuses her self before going and standing at the bar. She begins a conversation with Ashleigh whom was a friend of Chris’ that she had met the previous night. As she stood at the bar and chatted Chris look towards her a smile crossed his face, he was thinking of how well it went, you know, the meet between her and his family. His mind drifted back to his mother moaning at him for having a bad name around the village because of his tendency to wake up and walk out of a different house every other morning. His mates didn’t know how he did it. Anyway everything went great, he has a great girl now that his family are happy with, and everything seems perfect. His mind had wandered so far that he completely forgot he was in a middle of an interview; he brought his attention back to the reporter who was just tucking into a pack of peanuts and talking to Chris’ dad about football. Chris just sat quietly listening into the conversation until the reporter finally notices him looking at them and seems to become a little embarrassed, he was supposed to be interviewing Chris Macbeth the wrestler but he had been ignoring him and interview Chris’ dad about which pubs he likes to go watch the footy in when he can’t make it to the game.

”Don’t worry mate, I hate interviews anyway, and I’d much prefer to have another drink along with a chat about football. COME ON YOU REDS!!!

Chris gets to his feet and heads to the bar where he steps in next to Faith putting his arm around her and joining her conversation with Ashleigh.

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