Angelina had decided that she was going to go to the house show that was in the town near her. She went alone, dressed in tight jeans, a black tank top, and her wavy blonde hair flowing freely. The crowd wasn't as large so she ended up getting as close to the front row as possible. And the performers had more freedom than they usually did on their televised shows. Between her looks, being lone, and as close as she was, it wasn't hard for her to catch the eye of a few of the guys there. She finally ended up catching the eye of the one person she wanted to talk to.
After the show she made her way around to where all the wrestlers parked. There were a few buses, many cars, some trucks. As she walked around she heard a whistle from behind her. She turned around and saw a man hanging out of the door of one of the tour buses. He nodded his head and she smiled and jogged over. She walked up into the bus and he shut the door behind her.
"So I guess it wasn't my imagination. You really were watching me out there huh?" He asked as he walked around her, like a hunter circling his prey.
"Yes I was. I was really hoping to meet you." Angelina replied with a smile.
"Well your wish is my command." He said as he stood in front of her.
"Is this bus all yours?" Angelina asked as she looked around admiring how nice it was. It wasn't just a bus to ride in, it was a fully equipped tour bus. Made for comfort.
"Sure is. With the amount and various places I travel, I want to be comfortable." He was Chris Jericho. He was doing stints in WWE, as well as other companies, as well as doing shows with his band, and other side projects he was working on. He sure could afford it. "Now, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" He asked suggestively.
"Like what? I was really just hoping to meet you." She replied sweetly.
He took her by the hand, pulling him close to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Whatever you want. As I said, your wish is my command." He said with a sly smile.
"Hmmm, can I call you daddy?" She asked.
He chucked. "Whatever gets you purring kitten."
She traced her fingers up his chest. "You know, for years I've dreamed of meeting you and calling you that."
"Oh really?" He asked in a low voice.
"Yes...But I don't think I will anymore. Mom was right about you. You're a pig." She said sternly and pushed him away. She turned around and quickly walked over to the door of the bus, opened it, and hopped down off the step.
"What the…" Chris said as he shook his head.
He ran after her and hung off of the side of the bus again, but in the dark he didn't see her anywhere. She could have been hiding, or blended in with the rest of the people out in the parking lot. He went back inside the bus and sat down on the couch to think.