Message Through a Wire
A fic by The Angel
Chapter Six: The Meeting, Part One
Because you never really do know who's on the other end of that instant message…
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9:04 am:
Stephanie balanced her black cordless phone on her shoulder. "I am anxious." She said. "Because I want the guy's reaction when he sees that it's me." The person on the other end, Linda McMahon frowned.
"For all we know he could be a hungry rapist, waiting for his next victim- you." Linda sighed. "I wish you weren't so willing." Stephanie smirked. "Don't start talking like Chris Jericho. And that's another thing- this guy is a Jericho fan. They're slow!"
Click! Linda hung up. Stephanie sighed and slammed the phone back into receiver.
*
Chris Jericho lazily walked into the hotel diner for a quick breakfast. He was not showered, he just threw on a pair of jeans and an exercise shirt. He would get ready for the meeting after his breakfast.
"May I help you, Chris?" The waitress asked. Chris was a regular at the diner whenever they were in Texas. "Yeah," He said, handing her a menu back. "I'll just have some pancakes and coffee."
The waitress nodded and headed out back, screaming the order. Chris laid his head back on the red, billowy booth. He thought about the meeting, which was scheduled for two hours later.
"This should be interesting." He broke out of his reverie when his order arrived.
*
9:35 am:
Stephanie sighs and rummages through her suitcase. "I have nothing to wear!" She screams. Annoyed, she pulled out a magenta tank top and a black shirt. With a little lipstick, this outfit might do.
Throwing the clothes on her bed, she pulls out a bar of soap and a washcloth. The clock is ticking, she thought. Better get a move on. Heading into the bathroom, she pulls the curtain to cover the bathtub.
As time grew nearer, she became more and more intrigued.
*
After throwing a tip to the waitress, Chris Jericho sprinted to the hotel elevator. He stops at the elevator operator. "Do you have the time?" The elevator man stiffly pulls up his sleeve. "9:36 am." Chris nods and jumps into the elevator.
"What floor?" The man asks. Chris leaned over and pressed the seventh button. "Seven." He grins immaturely. The elevator operator sighs. "Seven it is." And they both waited as the elevator brought them up to the destination.
When they got there, the man held the door open as well as his hand. "How about a tip, Mr. Jericho?" Chris grinned. "Okay. When people get into the elevator, try not to be so stand offish. You'll make friends!" And he laughed and ran back to his room.
*
10:13 am:
Stephanie shivered and dried herself off with a teal towel. Looking in the mirror, she frowned at her reflection. "I am not pretty," She frowned. "This guy is only going to like me because of my last name." Sighing, she lazily got dressed.
Then she let her imagination run wild, just like she told BREAKDOWNDAWALL1. Would this guy be nice? Would this guy be cute? Would this guy be funny? Would this guy even be a guy at all? She wondered. She hoped that at least this guy didn't lie about his gender…
"Maybe mom's right. Maybe even, as much as I hate to admit it, maybe Chris Jericho is right. Maybe I am too willing." She moved her hair from the back of her shirt and grinned a bit. Maybe if she felt good, she'd look good. Or the other way around. She didn't really know.
She picked up her favorite lipstick shade, called "Raspberry Mocha." It was the color of raspberry, but it had a mocha coffee flavored. It was weird, Stephanie knew, but it was her absolute favorite. Smearing some on her lips, Stephanie picked up her light burgundy eye shadow.
"I met a guy on the Internet…" She sang. It wasn't a song, but she just put into rhythm. "And he turned out to be cool…" She sang it the way she sang on RAW. She placed her makeup back down. "I am really in deep trouble, now. But I already agreed to this, and I am not backing out."
*
Chris frowned as he peaked into the hotel medicine cabinet. "These colognes suck." He murmured. Taking the one that looked the best, he patted some on his neck. Why am I getting all dressed up for? He thought. This is Stephanie.
"Ah, to hell with it." He decided. He gave himself a quick shave. I couldn't say I hated Steph, Chris thought as he gently pushed the razor off of his little stubble on his chin. But I couldn't say I love her either.
I don't know what I mean anymore! His mind screamed at him. All he was really going to this meeting for was to piss Stephanie off, and see her reaction when she found out that he was BREAKDOWNDAWALL1. Right?
Wrong.