YOU CAN'T SEE THE REAL ME

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-Hotel Room-

JOHN'S P.O.V.

To say that I was blown away...UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR! Out of all the girls in the world that could have saved my life, my guardian angel just happens to be Booker T's cousin. I mean, I remember him showing me pictures of his quote "favorite cousin Kit-Kat", but that little girl was chubby; she was still cute, though. THIS Kit-Kat has curves in ALL the right places! The whole time she was hugging Booker, I must have been staring at her pretty hard because the next thing I felt, besides my pants getting tighter, was a hand slapping me upside the back of my head.

"Man, if you keep staring at my baby cousin like that, you're gonna burn a hole through her!" Booker said bringing me out of my trance.

"Leave him alone, cuz. He ain't doing nothin' wrong. Besides, he's kinda cute when he has that goofy expression on his face." I heard Gwen say with a sexy smirk on her face that resembles Booker's.

"Oh, yeah! She's related to him alright. Wait...did she say I was 'cute'?" I thought to myself. "Sorry; I guess I'm still getting over the fact that you're the same Kit-Kat he showed me pictures of. I can't believe that someone as pretty as you is related to him." I should have quit while I was ahead because that remark earned me an even harder smack to the back of my head.

GWEN'S P.O.V.

He did what? I can't believe Booker showed him pictures of me when I was a kid! How could he! This isn't "funny" embarrassment talking; this is "ashamed" embarrassment! Those photos were taken during the worst years of my life and I honestly thought they were all destroyed! I should have known; no matter how bad it is, you can't completely erase the past. I just looked up at my cousin and shot him a death glare, telling him that I was beyond pissed at him; thankfully John didn't see me. We were going to have a LONG family meeting later.

"You know you're getting as bad as Mom; she can't go two minutes without whipping out pictures of me, either." I said chuckling. "But at least MOM shows the more flattering ones of me."

"So how about you and Dee-Lo tell us a little about yourselves?" The Undertaker asked us.

"There's not a whole lot to tell, really." I said. Of course my "friend" thought otherwise.

"You say that every time somebody asks you that! Don't be so humble; just tell them something. They wanna know about you."

"Dee, I'm pretty sure they want to know about BOTH of us."

"Fine. My name's Delores Maxwell, a.k.a. Dee-Lo, I'm 26, I work as a secretary in a doctor's office, I have a boyfriend and a dog and my favorite actor is Wesley Snipes." She quickly said in one breath before turning to look dead at me. "Your turn."

"Dee..." I said laughing at her.

"What? Gwen, they wanna know about YOU; YOU'RE the hero. They were just being polite when they asked about 'US'. No offense."

"None taken." Mark (Undertaker) chuckled.

"I'm not all that interesting. I'm 26, I work as a hip-hop teacher at the M.K. Banks studio and I do Martial Arts." I said.

"You're into Martial Arts, too? Cool! What discipline are you?" Rob asked me.

"I have a black belt in Karate. You practice Martial Arts, too, right?"

"Yeah, I do. Maybe we can spar sometime."

"Sounds like fun...that is IF you don't mind getting yo' ass beat by a girl." I said taunting him.

"ANYTIME, ANYPLACE...I don't mean get beat, I mean...shut up!" Rob said after everyone started laughing at his last remark.

"So how long have you been into wrestling?" Torrie asked wiping the tears of laughter from here eyes.

"I've been into it since Hulk Hogan won the Championship for the first time and every once in a while I get out of the loop, but I always fall back in sooner or later."

"Especially when she gets a crush on a wrestler." Booker chimed in.

"Shut it, Dreadhead! Or I'll tell everyone about YOUR first wrestling crush!" I shouted with a smile on my face.

"Now we're getting somewhere! Who was your first wrestler crush?" Joy asked me giggling.

"NOTE TO SELF: Cut off Booker's dreads and shove 'em down his throat!" A thought I've had MORE than once. "Um, I don't want to talk about that." I said looking away. I didn't want them to see me blushing.

"It was Bret Hart, Mr. Excellence of Execution!" Dee-Lo blabbed.

My eyes practically bugged out of their sockets when she said that. I told her that in the strictest of confidence! Well two can play that game.

"And you wonder WHY I call you 'MotorMouth' Miss 'I'm in love with the Undertaker'!" I blurted out. Well not really blurted; I had every intention of saying it.

"Wha...I...you...That was a secret!" Dee stammered as she blushed about twenty shades of red. I looked over at Mark and I could tell that he was wishing he had his trademark hat right about now.

"What? If you can't keep your big mouth shut, why should I?

"Now look what you did, Gwen. I think you made ol' Taker here blush!" Charlie said laughing.

Of course that didn't last long, considering that Taker had him in a headlock and was giving him a HUGE noogie! Today, Charlie and I have learned two valuable lessons: ONE-Don't make Taker mad. TWO-Don't make Taker blush and then make fun of him.

"Ow! OW! OKAY, I GIVE! I GIVE!" Charlie yelled as Taker was doing his best to rub the hair off his head.

"Remind me never to piss of a seven foot dead man." I thought to myself.

"So is it true you found John because you got lost in the arena?" Paul said laughing his head off.

"Yup, it's true. You know, you guys should talk to whoever's in charge of booking arenas about putting up arrows on the walls or something. Or at least a big 'YOU ARE HERE' sign like they do in the mall."

"Well, I know at least ONE person who's thankful for your crappy sense of direction." Rob said looking at John.

JOHN'S P.O.V.

I was brought back to Planet Earth when I heard my name mentioned; I must have been staring at Gwen again because everyone was giving me this weird look like I had something in my teeth. I don't know what it was about her, but I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Thankfully I was saved from any further embarrassment by Eddie.

"Hey, ese! You didn't tell them about chica's dancing yet, did you?"

"Cut me some slack, man! I was gettin' to it!" I said with my stupid grin. I looked at Gwen who was shaking her head and giggling. "I guess she does think I'm cute."

GWEN'S P.O.V.

"He's cute...in a GOOFY sorta way." I thought to myself. Then Eddie went on about my club performance.

"You guys should have seen her last night! Me, and some of the guys went to Club Platinum

and there was this grande crowd around her. She threw down on that dance floor, homes!"

"Yeah, that reminds me! Book, you'll never guess who I ran into last night!"

"Who?"

"Your 'homeboy' DaRon Miller! I guess he still hasn't forgotten the defeat you handed him because he challenged me to a dance-off. "

"No he didn't!"

"Yeah, he did!"

"Did you take him out?"

"Oh, you KNOW I did; and with the move you taught me. SUCKA was outclassed from the word 'go'!"

"Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! Way to represent, cous!" Booker smiled with pride.

BOOKER'S P.O.V.

I walked over to Gwen and we did our special handshake; something we haven't done in a while. And in one second, we were gonna do something ELSE we haven't done in a while!

"I HAD to. Dude was spittin' that mess about how all they had to represent the club was a girl! Now you know me...I had to shut him up. And the look he had on his face when I took his hat...PRICELESS!"

As long as I've known Kit-Kat, she turns into a completely different person when she dances. Usually, she's shy, quiet and really sweet. But when you turn on some music, depending on what's playing, she can be confident, sassy, sexy-and NO I don't think of her like that! SHE'S MY COUSIN, MAN! THAT'S JUST SICK! Anyway, I wanted everyone to see just what she could do; especially against the Master!

"Hey, Booker! Who's this DaRon person she's talkin' about?" Shannon asked.

"DaRon was this cat I went to high school with; we couldn't stand each other. He was the type of guy that just had to bet the best at everything and let everyone know it, too. Well, he WAS until the night of our Homecoming...

FLASHBACK

(A/N: The flashback is still Booker T's P.O.V. I don't know the name of the high school or stuff like that so I'm drawing from my own imagination. Please don't kill me!)

-Manny High School: Homecoming-

Our team had just kicked our cross-town rival's ass and we were celebrating like we'd just won the Super Bowl! I didn't give a damn about that; I was on cloud nine because my girl, Sharmell, was our Homecoming Queen. The only thing I hated was the fact that DaRon Miller was crowned Homecoming King. When they had their first dance as king and queen, I saw Sharmell look at me with this "help me" look in her eyes. Now, it was no secret that she didn't like DaRon, nor was it a secret that DaRon would do just about anything to make Sharmell his girl. After their dance was over, she didn't waste ANY time getting away from him. She walked to the punch bowl where her best friend, Shenay, was waiting for her date to get back. I was standing at the end of the table talking to my boys and I guess the girls didn't see me.

"Girl, you don't know how good it feels to get away from that egomaniac!" I heard Sharmell tell her girlfriend.

"I feel your pain! His head's so big, it has its own gravitational pull." Shenay joked. "How did a jerk like him get to be so popular?"

"Who knows? All I know is that I'd rather be dancing with Booker right now." She said pouring herself a glass of punch.

"If I were in your heels, I'd rather dance with ANYONE except DaRon; even the principal!"

"I don't know if I'd go THAT far!" Sharmell laughed.

I was enjoying eavesdropping on their conversation, especially since my name came up, but that changed REAL quick when the other person mentioned came up behind Sharmell and grabbed her ass making her scream and turn around.

"YOU JACKASS! What the hell are you doing over here anyway?"

"My ears were burning. You ladies have been talking about me, haven't you? Not that I blame you." DaRon said in his usual cocky manner.

"Oh, Lord! Where's a shovel when you need one!" Shenay asked.

"Why? So you can clean up all the bullshit I'm talkin'?" DaRon asked sarcastically.

"No. So I can knock yo' ass out! But your suggestion works, too."

"Whatever. I wasn't talkin' to yo' lame ass anyway! I'm here for my Queen. Ready, baby?"

"For what? Our dance is over so I don't have to be anywhere close to you anymore. And that's just fine by me!" Sharmell yelled at him. She started to walk away but DaRon grabbed her by the arm and began to shake her.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? NOBODY WALKS AWAY FROM ME, BITCH!" He said pulling her closer to him. BIG mistake; because the next sound I heard was (SMACK!). Sharmell's right hand went back to the Hallelujah seats and she nearly slapped the black offa him.

"That's my woman!" I thought proudly to myself.

"That's for grabbin' my ass!" (SMACK!) "THAT was for grabbin' my arm and bruising it!" (SMACK!) "AND THAT was for calling me a 'BITCH'! Besides, the only dog I see here is YOU! I don't know what you've been smokin', but I'm only here because we were named homecoming King and Queen. Other than that, you are the LAST man I'd be caught dead with! And don't EVEN ask if it's over between us because it never started! I love Booker and I always have! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find him so I can enjoy the rest of tonight."

"I DON'T THINK SO!"

DaRon grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. He was going to slap her but he was stopped by me holding and pulling his arm back.

"IF YOU DO, YOU THROUGH! You're nothin' but a punk! What kind of king would go around hitting a woman? Especially if she's MY woman!" I didn't see her but I knew she grinning from ear to ear.

"YOUR woman, huh? Now why would someone like Sharmell settle for a Hot Wheels when she could have a stretch limo? I'm the most popular guy in school, the best-looking, the smartest, the best athlete AND I'm the best dancer in town. You can ask any girl."

"I did! They all said that almost called the guys in white coats because they thought you were having a fit!" Everyone laughed at that, including Sharmell.

"THAT'S IT! I'll show YOU a fit!" He raised his hand to the DJ and told him to spin something. "We gonna settle this right now. Unless you're chicken!" He flapped his arms clucking at me. Did he really think I was gonna turn down a challenge?

"Let's do this! DJ, BUST IT!"

(A/N: I'm gonna fast forward to the end of the dance-off. The only thing I can say is that Booker broke out his trademark Spinnerooni to win.)

The dance-off ended and I was named the winner which made everyone happy. Everyone, that is, except DaRon. You should have seen him. He took his crown off and threw it down on the

floor before storming out of the gym. As he passed me, he whispered..."This isn't over Booker!" It was for him THAT night. But just before he left through the door, Sharmell called out to him. He stopped and looked back to see her placing the crown he threw down on MY head and shouting, "YOU AIN'T KING NO MORE, DARON!" When she said that, he finally ran out.

"I thought he'd never leave. Maybe now we can have some fun. May I have this dance, my African Queen?" I asked kissing her hand.

"I was hoping you'd ask." Sharmell said to me. That night, the two of us danced as if we were the only ones there, which was good since we danced until we WERE the only ones there. The janitor had to throw us out.

END FLASHBACK

STILL BOOKER'S P.O.V.

"You mean all you had was a dance-off to settle things?" My cousin asked me.

"Well, yeah. I didn't want to get booted out of Homecoming for fighting. So I waited until that weekend to beat him down." I laughed when I saw Gwen roll her eyes at me. We've been having dance-offs ever since and I always beat him. The last time was at Club Platinum before I got into wrestling and I guess since I wasn't around for him to challenge, he went for the next best thing."

"He did shake my hand afterwards, but I could tell it was a huge blow to his ego."

"Whose ego?"

I turned around to the voice and saw that it was Sharmell. "Hey, baby! We were talking about DaRon Miller." I said giving her quick kiss.

"Oh, GOD! Not him! He should have his swelled head registered for statehood! Oh, speaking of DaRon, I ran into him today and he wasn't in the best mood."

"Why not?"

"Because everywhere he went, people kept chanting 'DARON GOT BEAT BY A GIRL! DARON GOT BEAT BY A GIRL!' He was throwing a fit trying to get everyone to shut up. It was too funny!" She laughed as she saw Gwen. "Hey, Gwen. Did you have something to do with that?"

"My Bad!" She giggled as she walked to Sharmell and hugged her.

"Word on the street was that he wanted revenge on Booker for beating him so he challenged you."

"And we all know where THAT got him. You shoulda been there, Shar! She kicked his ASS!" Dee-Lo piped up.

"Too bad I missed it! How've you been, Dee?" She asked hugging her.

"That tears it. We've been talking about it for what...10 minutes? I think it's time you showed everyone what they missed." Rob said as he stood up and walked towards the stereo. He went through his CD collection and found one of burned hip-hop music that would work. (A/N: I have NO idea if Rob even likes hip-hop. I'm just saying it for the sake of the story.) "What do you say to giving a repeat performance, Gwen?"

Rob put in the CD and had it cued up to Victoria's new upbeat ring entrance music. It was a big improvement from her psycho theme and I saw this as a chance to see just how much she's improved since we saw each other last.

"Why don't we make this interesting?" I asked.

"Book, the LAST time you wanted to make something interesting, I ended up washing your car every weekend for the month you visited during your time off."

"So? What's wrong with that?" Michelle asked.

"IT WAS HIS HUMMER!"

"OUCH!" Everyone said at the same time.

"Hey! At least you didn't have to clean the inside, too."

Kit-Kat just stared at me like I grew a second head.

"It won't be THAT bad. I was gonna say that the loser buys the winner dinner tonight."

"Okay, I'm feelin' that! And I won't lose." "I CAN'T! There's a reason why his family nickname is the BLACK HOLE! He'll eat me into the Poor House!"

"We'll see, grasshopper. Rob, KICK IT!"

(A/N: Sorry. Writer's block and I can't think of any more dance moves so use your imagination for this.)

During our battle, everyone cheered and chanted "Go, Gwen" or "Go, Booker". John was rootin' for both of us, but I had a feeling he was chanting for my cousin a little more; they REALLY screamed their heads off when she pulled off the Spinnerooni perfectly. After we finished, everyone decided that it was a draw. I gotta admit, Kit-Kat got skills! And why not, I taught her everything she knows.

JOHN'S P.O.V.

I stood there watching Gwen and Booker bustin' move after move and I couldn't help wishing that I could do the same thing. Right now the only move I can do is the moonwalk, and not that good. When I saw her pull of the Spinnerooni, I think I cheered the loudest. The music stopped and they did their special handshake. I'm guessing it's a draw.

"Hey, Gwen! I'm glad you guys tied. You'd have had to file for bankruptcy to pay for Booker's bill." I laughed, which earned me ANOTHER smack to the head, this time knocking my cap off. "What is this, 'SLAP CENA DAY'?"

"I think he's had enough for one day." She said as she walked behind me. "Look, there's a handprint; it's turning red, too."

"It's no sweat, I'm..."

MMM, I couldn't finish my sentence because I felt her hand rubbing the sore spot the back of my head got, thanks to her cousin. Nah, I'm not blaming him. He can slap me all he wants as long as Gwen's there to make it feel better.

"Is that better, John?" I heard her ask me.

"Your hand could go just a little lower, but this is good. Just keep rubbin', baby!" I thought to myself. "Um, yeah. It's much better, thanks."

"Oh, man! It's almost noon! We gotta go girls!" Miss Jackie shouted.

"Where do you have to go now that's so important?" Mark asked them, knowing full well what the answer was.

"SHOPPING, DUH!" The girls shouted standing up.

"I've just met these girls not two hours ago, and even I knew that!" Gwen giggled.

"Hey. Do you and Dee wanna come with?" Joy asked us.

"I'M IN!" Dee shouted grabbing her purse.

"I'm not really the 'shopping type'".

"Where have you been all my life?" Mark asked longingly.

"Aren't you married?" Gwen asked with a confused look.

"Yes. And Sara shops like every store she walks into is about to go out of business." Mark chuckled.

Now because of his character in the ring, you'd think Mark was always dark and brooding. But he's just a normal, regular, seven-foot, 300 pound red-headed guy.

"Okay, I'll go with you guys, but not to shop. I have other plans."

"And they would be..."

What can I say? I wanted to know everything about her.

"Oh, nothing."

She had this cute 'I know something you don't know' smirk on her face and it was killing me. There was definitely more to this chick.

"I'm going, too." That earned a loud gasp from everyone.

"JOHN? YOU'RE going shopping with us?" Torrie asked?

"NO! I'm hanging out with Gwen."

"WHY?" The girls whined.

"ONE-Gwen isn't going to shop, TWO-I wanna know what's she's up to, and THREE-by hanging out with her, I won't get stuck carrying packages or purses."

"Or wearing those stupid hats." Rey said laughing.

"That was Joy's fault!"

"Aw, come on. You looked cute in it and I wanted it worn out of the store." She said doubling over and laughing.

"But you never said I was gonna be the one wearing it!"

"Well if it makes you feel better, green is definitely your color, homes!" Eddie added his two cents in.

"I think we better get going before John puts out Latino's Heat for good."

"For once, I agree with you, Dee. You're coming, too. Right, Sharmell?"

"You know I am! I'll see you later, baby!" Sharmell said before giving her husband a peck on the lips.

"Okay, baby. Hey, John! If you see a purse to match that hat, GRAB IT!"

I walked behind the girls as they left the room, but I didn't leave without flippin' them the doulbe bird behind my back. When we got to the parking area, we split up into three groups: Sharmell, Dee-Lo and Jackie were in one car, Joy, Torrie and Michelle were in another one, and that left Gwen with me. I figured this would be a perfect chance to get to know her better, maybe even find out what her "plans" are.

"So what else do you like besides hip-hop, dancing, and cartoons?" I know I'm not one to laugh at her about that; I'm a die-hard Spongebob Fan myself!

"I LOVE kung-fu movies! Jackie chan, Bruce Lee, Let Li...you name it, I love it!"

"Okay, favorite food. And I don't mean anything sweet."

"That's easy...CATFISH!"

"Catfish? Where are you from?"

"Dee and I are originally from Mississippi."

Mississippi? So she's a Southern Belle. Then I noticed something about her voice; it didn't sound Southern at all.

'NO WAY! Dee, I can understand. She sounds like it, but you don't even have an accent. You sound like you're from..."

"New York?"

"Yeah, how come?"

"You know how babies learn to talk from their parents?"

'Yeah."

"Well, Mom said that I learned how to talk from watching the news." She said giggling.

"That explains why you talk so proper sometimes."

"That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No way. You have a pretty speaking voice. I could listen to you talk all day." "It's way better than listening to Dawn's screeching all day."

We spent the next ten minutes talking before we reached the mall. The second we went inside, the girls went their separate ways and on to every clothes store. Gwen went to FYE to check out some cds and that left me alone to walk around. I looked around to see if there was ANYTHING to do and I found this video arcade called DIAMOND JIM'S. Man! This joint was HUGE! They had two-player racer games that looked like the driver side of cars, Dance Dance Revolution; I bet Gwen loves that one, and every fighting game under the sun! They even had a few pinball games. I guess I should have worn something different because every kid and teen in there ran towards me asking for autographs and pictures. Of course I didn't mind; I liked hanging' with the Chain Gang. After everyone got their stuff signed, one kid gave me the tour of the place. As he did, I noticed that all of the games had the same three letters at the top score:G-A-T. I mean, the top scores were INSANE! NOBODY could be THAT good. They led me to the latest TEKKEN game and sure enough there were the same three letters at the top of the hi-score list: G-A-T. Whoever this guy was, he must have been a local legend.

"So who is this "GAT" dude? He sounds tough."

"The GAT's a legend here in DIAMOND JIM'S!" The boy told me. "Word has it that he holds the record for the highest score on Ms. Pac-Man." (A/N: Now you KNOW you can't go into an arcade without seeing a Ms. Pac-Man machine.)

"We always have video game tournaments here and they had to retire the GAT for winning so much. But even then, the guys can't top the all-time high score. It's impossible!" Another kid chimed in.

"So do you know who the GAT is?"

"The only one who knows is the owner. He's the only one who has ever witnessed the GAT play every game in here and beat all of them..." Said one of the few girls.

"So?"

"The GAT beat each game with ONE QUARTER!" She shouted holding up one finger.

I wanted to meet this GAT dude and I was gonna look for the owner, but I stopped when I saw Gwen walk in.

"Whatcha up to, John?"

"Just hanging' wit' these kids and listening to them talk about someone called the GAT. Have you heard of him?"

"Yeah, once or twice."

"HEY, GWEN!" The kids yelled and waved.

"How do they all know you?"

"Most of them are in my dance class. So what are you about to do?"

"I was gonna play Tekken 5 and try to beat this high score. 33 wins! DAMN!"

"Looks like fun. Can I join you?"

"Uh, no offense, but stuff like this is really a guy thing." I said, not knowing I had just shoved BOTH feet in my mouth.

"I know some girls in here who would disagree." She said to me.

"But this is a FIGHTING game! You wouldn't last two second on it!"

"Well can I at least TRY?"

"Fine. But don't whine to me when I kick your ass. I was the Tekken Champ back home!"

"Okay, I won't." She said plopping her quarter into slot one.

I plopped mine into the other slot and we chose our "men". I had Brian Fury and she chose this cute little Chinese chick with pigtails, Xiaoyu. (A/N: Pronounced "Shao-you") It never fails; every time I go up against a girl, she always chooses the girl character. And they always lose. We started our first match and...Gwen beat me. I'm thinking it had to be beginner's luck so I plopped in another quarter and we went at it again. She beat me...again. This went on for a good hour, and after she kicked my ass forty more times...I finally gave up and she went on to beat the game. 50 wins. She had beaten the old record which shocked everyone there.

"Whew, I'm glad that's over. Now I can put my name up." Gwen said.

I was still standing there thinking how someone who has never played this game kill me so bad. That threw me for a loop, true enough. But what REALLY got me was when Gwen started to put her name on the top of the list.

"Okay. G..."

I watched her move the joystick to "G", the first letter in her name. "She's putting her initials in."

"A..."

"A? What the..."

"T!"

I think everyone was thinking the same thing when they saw that Gwen was done, she spelled "GAT".

"THAT IS SO WRONG! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DISGRACE THE 'GAT' LIKE THAT!" A few of the kids shouted.

Gwen just had a smile on her face as the kids screamed and that was when the owner came out.

"OKAY! BREAK IT UP! Now, what's going on here?"

"This girl here had a lucky winning streak, beat the high score on Tekken 5 (A/N: I don't know if they go that high, bear with me.) and had the NERVE to put 'GAT' at the top of the list! She wouldn't do that if the REAL 'GAT was here!"

"But the real 'GAT' IS here! Who else do you think could beat the high score?"

"HOLD UP! You mean..." I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at Gwen who has a big grin on her face.

"You guessed, baby."

"YOU SHITTIN' US! If you're the GAT, then prove it!" Shouted a teenage boy from the racing game.

"Okay, that game you're on...the fastest overall time is 3 minutes, 16.41 seconds!"

The kid looked at the screen as it showed the fastest time and sure enough...3 minutes, 16.41 seconds!

"GET OUT! We all thought the GAT was a guy!"

"Well, you thought wrong. The GAT is 100 WOMAN! And Mr. Briggs can vouch for me."

All he did was smile and pull out a framed newspaper article that had him and Gwen standing together in front of the arcade. And the title of the article was "THIS IS GAT'S WORLD, WE'RE JUST PLAYING IN IT!"

"Well, Mr. Tekken Champ...wanna rematch?"

I looked at her bug-eyed and it was all I could do to keep from fallin' out. I was beyond floored!

"Can you PLEASE answer one question for me?"

"Sure, John."

"Why do you call yourself the GAT? You DO know what a GAT is, right?"

"DUH! I'm not stupid. But that's not what it means in this case. Those are my initials: Gwendolyn Anita Turner." She said as she looked at the kids. "Hey, guys. Since you know, try to keep it quiet, okay?"

"Yeah, we promise! Sure thing."

"Uh, you're not gonna say anything to the gang, are you? I sorta have a rep to maintain."

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll just see how things go."

She walked past me and winked at me before leaving the arcade. I hope she does keep this on the d-low because I'll never live this down if it gets out.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

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