Message Through a Wire
A fic by the Angel
Chapter Two: Transformation
You never really do know who's on the other end of that instant message…
{Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWF. Characters belong to Titan Sports.}
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Chris Jericho clicked on his computer as soon as he got to the arena. He loved his trusty ol laptop. He hoped he had received any kind of mail from that DominantGirl00.
When his mailbox was empty, he frowned. "Damn it. Why didn't she…"
"Hello, Chris." Stephanie sneaked up behind him and made him jump. Chris sighed. He pulled back his hair to keep from strangling her. "Go to hell, Stephanie." She placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "Why, certainly, Chris. Just show me the way."
His eye twitched, and he shut his laptop computer in a huff. "I am busy, Steph. Can we save our little chats for later? You know how much I love them." Stephanie smirked. "Yes, they are very interesting, aren't they?"
"Remember when I socked you in the face with a pie, Steph? Boy, was that exciting." Chris smiled at her and waited for her reply. She'd either stand there and cry or she'd stand there and cry.
Stephanie glared towards the computer, not letting her face meet Chris's. "Who in the hell are you talking to on your computer, anyway? Probably some slut from a porno site." Chris grinned. "No, Steph, I didn't see your face on the intro."
"Ha, ha. Remind me to laugh when it strikes me as funny. So, who were you talking to?" Stephanie fiddled with the computer, trying to open the internet. "You don't know my password," Chris said smugly.
Stephanie snorted. "Knowing you-"
"Ain't life a bitch, Steph?" He asked her. She glared at him. "Yes, it is. But, anyway, knowing you, your password is probably ayatollah or something along those lines." Chris grabbed the computer from her. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out."
Stephanie groaned in frustration and threw her hands up. "Forget it. Honestly. You are the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life!" She glared at him again, and left the room.
"Thank you!" Chris shouted down the hall.
*
Stephanie sighed as she burst into the Alliance dressing room. "Move, move, move." She shooed away any wrestlers that were in the way of her computer. "Stephanie, you're all red. You're going to pop a blood vessel." Stone Cold told her.
She glared at him. "Go." She pointed to the door. The Rattlesnake frowned and went through it. As soon as her welcome screen popped up, she felt relieved and transformed. There was no way on Earth that Chris Jericho could bother her.
An instant message popped up.
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: Hello there
Stephanie grinned. She'd been waiting to talk to him.
DominantGirl00: Hey. Did you just get online?
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: No, I was online for about five minutes
DominantGirl00: Oh, ok
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: So…Describe yourself.
Stephanie bit her lip. Should I lie? She thought. She sighed and typed whatever came to mind.
DominantGirl00: Well, I have long brown hair, brown eyes, I am tall and thin
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: That sounds ok
Stephanie made a face. "Okay?" She asked herself.
DominantGirl00: What do YOU look like?
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: Well, I am muscular and blonde
DominantGirl00: That's all?
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: Is there anything else you want to know?
DominantGirl00: No, it's okay. I'll just let my imagination run wild.
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: You do that.
DominantGirl00: Funny. You remind of someone I know very well, but I can't place my finger on it.
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: I do, do I?
DominantGirl00: Yes, you do. You're screaming someone's name, but I can't tell who's…Ah, maybe it's just me.
BREAKDOWNDAWALL1: Oh! I g2g. TTYL!
DominantGirl00: Later.
*
Chris heard his cue to go onstage. He clicked off the computer, and smiled. She seemed sassy, this DominantGirl00, she seemed feisty. She seemed… Like Stephanie. "Nah," He said to himself. "It couldn't possibly be like that."
Stephanie passed by his dressing room. "Steph!" He yelled. Stephanie came to a halt and turned around. "What?" She asked, annoyed. Chris grinned at her. "Where were you for the last five minutes?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "I was in my dressing room."
"Oh, okay." Chris said. "No, it's not her at all." He paused. "Thank god." He threw his laptop into his bag and headed onstage. Time to bash Stephanie.
He walked out onto the ramp, and smirked at Stephanie, who was standing in the middle of the ring. "What do you want, Chris Jericho?" Stephanie asked. "I have business to tend to." Chris chuckled. "And what kind of business would that be? Sprawled under Rhyno, screaming?"
"No respect! None at all!" Paul Heyman exclaimed. Stephanie's bottom lip trembled.
"You take that back, Chris Jericho!" Stephanie screamed. Chris smirked. "And then after Rhyno, you'll be under Test, and then after Test, you'll be under the Ticket Taker at the arena, and then after the Ticket Taker, you'll be under some hobo who asked you for a sandwich!"
The crowd roared in laughter and started to chant 'slut, slut, slut'. Stephanie's eyes began to get misty. "Stop it! Stop it, all of you!" Chris grinned. Before he had a chance to reply, Rhyno came out from behind and punched him down to the steel ramp. Stephanie jumped and clapped her hands.
Chris moaned in agony. When they shot to commercial break, Chris got up like nothing even happened. And at the same time that Stephanie and Chris left the ring, they both murmured, to themselves, "time to go online."