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"hey, guys." donna said as the girls walked into the basement.

"hi, sweetie. how are you?" jackie asked kelso which made isabella confused.

"well, actually, i'm a little bit chilly. but i left my coat up in the car." kelso said.

"i'll go get it for you. miss me." jackie said blowing him a kiss before she left.

"handy little thing, isn't she?" kelso asked.

"jackie and kelso did it?" isabella asked looking over at hyde.

"yup." hyde replied.

"okay, that was so cool." eric said to kelso.

"cool?" donna asked.

"oh, damn." isabella said with a grin.

"and by cool i mean wrong and stupid." eric told her.

"all right, shut up. shut up. wrestling's back on." hyde said.

"oh, i love wrestling!" donna said.

donna started to wrestle eric making isabella laugh.

"come on, you're not even fighting back." donna said.

"why would he fight back?" hyde asked her.

the tv announced that saturday night a wrestler would be in kenosha.

"rocky johnson's coming to kenosha? oh, man, we gotta go." eric said.

"i'm in. i love midgets, man." hyde said.

"eric, i need to see you up here!" red shouted from upstairs.

"okay, i'll be right up!" eric shouted back.

they noticed that eric wasn't moving.

"you're not going up?" fez asked him.

"i'll go up when i'm ready." eric said.

"oh!" everyone said looking at eric.

"you're a brave one, eric." isabella said.

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isabella sat with her family as her mother served her some ribs and potatoes.

"so bryan, i heard laurie's in town." isabella teased him.

"i heard. shouldn't you be at eric's?" bryan said in frustration.

"kids, enough." david said.

"oh, the gang and i are going to a wrestling match in kenosha this weekend." isabella said.

"oh, honey, remember when you were on the wrestling team." mary asked her husband.

"yeah, maybe i'll go with you guys." david said.

"sure, red is going too so you can probably meet us there." isabella said.

she was happy that her father was going to hangout with red. she wanted them to bond.

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