She couldn't help but continue to watch Chris the rest of the day. She had decided that he was still pretty new at the wrestling business, especially because he seemed the youngest out of all the people there.He looked 18 or 19, maybe even 20, but nothing higher then that.His actually didn't treat her like all the other people did, probably because for once her dad didn't pay his salary.
Luckily her dad didn't actually SEE her talking to him, though. He would have probably flipped. Still, she felt a need to repay him for well..actually talking to her when she was about to die of boredom. She thought for awhile, trying to figure a way to repay him without looking like she had talked to him.
She quickly came to the idea. She stood up, walking lightly over to her father's side. He was chatting with the man she had noticed before, the other guy who stood out from the group. Her dad instantly noticed her and glanced towards her.
"Dad, can I talk to you?" she questioned.
"Is it important?" he inquired, giving her an annoyed look.
"Um..should I go?" the man who he was talking to asked.
"No. No..it's fine." he informed the man. "Stephanie, this is Chris Benoit, someone I was having a conversation with." He was annoyed she had butted in while he was talking. "Now you have 2 seconds."
"Dad, I've been watching everyone wrestle, and I think I see someone that you should pay attention too." she explained.
"Which one?" he asked, and she knew he was just asking so he could get her out of his hair.
"His name is Chris Jericho." she nodded, gesturing to him secretly. Vince glanced his way, then looked at her.
"And how do you know his name?" he asked sternly.
"Um..I heard Mr. Hart call him that." she nodded, quickly covering. "Please, Daddy? He's really good."
"Fine, fine, I will." he sighed. "Now..go sit back down or something.Daddy's busy."
She sighed, walking back to her sitting spot, slouching in the same chair. She picked up the paperboy game she had gotten from Chris's bag and started playing it. Hey, at least she tried. She could sleep easy knowing that she had at least mentioned his name to her father. Too bad he didn't actually respect her opinion often because she was still 'a kid'.
Her stomach growled loudly. It had been hours since she ate a real meal. Her dad had been stuffing her with all the stuff he had in his car, which wasn't much. Futhermore, the stuff he gave her was not too filling. She tried to ignore it but after awhile it was just getting annoying. She glanced around, then suddenly looked at Chris's bag.
He had to have something in there. She glanced toward him, he wasn't paying attention. She opened it lightly, looking inside. Most of it was wrestling junk, but then something caught her eye.A small bag of rice cakes. She slowly slid them out, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunantly, he did.
When she got to the sitting position, she nearly fell over again because he was suddenly just in front of her again. Caught red handed. He smirked at her as she gave a weak smile.
"Erm..wow, I could have swore this was that game.." she lamely tried to excuse herself.
"You know, having a father as big as him, I'm surprised that you have to stoop so low as to steal food from ME of all people." he smiled good-naturely.
"All he's given me was a candy bar and stale cereal." she explained, sighing. "I'm sorry."
"No matter." he shook his head. "Take a few. I don't really eat them anyway. Tastes like apple flavored cardboard."
"I'm hungry enough to eat them." she replied, pulling out out, crunching on it lightly.He was right, but she didn't care. "Did you see me taking them out?"
"No, actually, I was just going to put away that tape I took out. Forgot to do that earlier." He dropped the tape in the bag. "I think your dad has been watching me. Makes me nervous.
"Oh, really?" she questioned. He shrugged.
"Probably just false hope. I've only been wrestling for a month here." he replied.
"You're really good." she responded, swallowing the last part of the rice cake she had in her hand. "Not that I was watching you or anything.."
"As long as you aren't laughing, I don't mind." he grinned. "It wouldn't be good if Vince's daughter found me bad."
"No, it would be bad if Shane didn't like you. My Dad doesn't really care what I think sometimes." she replied uncomfortably.
"Well do you think I'm good?" he questioned.
"Yeah, especially for a newer wrestler." she nodded. "A lot of them are usually messing up every other move. I've only seen you mess up maybe once..twice at the most."
"Well then, that opinion means a lot to me." he paused. "I usually don't get told stuff like that. Tough love or something. Thanks kid." He ruffled her hair playfully, and she smiled, trying not to completely blush.
"I only say what I see." she shrugged, trying not to look embarrassed. "You better go wrestle again. I think my dad would kick your ass if he saw you talking to me."
"I guess so." he nodded. "Well, it's been nice talking to you Stephanie. Again. Hey, one more thing.." he scratched his head. She peered at him.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to talk to you again." he explained. "Just to tell you."
"Maybe not. You never know, my dad might hire you one day." she smiled.
"Yeah, hey, maybe you'll even be in my corner, huh?" he laughed. She chuckled.
"Hey, if the unlikely event that my dad actually let me be 100 feet from the wrestling ring, I promise I will." she wrinkled her nose.
"Well anyway, back to work. See you around." he turned and walked away, humming lightly to himself.
She suddenly felt herself wishing she was just a little bit older. "Wouldn't Daddy be happy to hear that now I'm getting crushes on 19 year old wrestlers." she muttered crossly under her breath. She sighed, eating another rice cake. Maybe her dad would hire him one day.
She couldn't believe how much she was hoping for that.
Luckily her dad didn't actually SEE her talking to him, though. He would have probably flipped. Still, she felt a need to repay him for well..actually talking to her when she was about to die of boredom. She thought for awhile, trying to figure a way to repay him without looking like she had talked to him.
She quickly came to the idea. She stood up, walking lightly over to her father's side. He was chatting with the man she had noticed before, the other guy who stood out from the group. Her dad instantly noticed her and glanced towards her.
"Dad, can I talk to you?" she questioned.
"Is it important?" he inquired, giving her an annoyed look.
"Um..should I go?" the man who he was talking to asked.
"No. No..it's fine." he informed the man. "Stephanie, this is Chris Benoit, someone I was having a conversation with." He was annoyed she had butted in while he was talking. "Now you have 2 seconds."
"Dad, I've been watching everyone wrestle, and I think I see someone that you should pay attention too." she explained.
"Which one?" he asked, and she knew he was just asking so he could get her out of his hair.
"His name is Chris Jericho." she nodded, gesturing to him secretly. Vince glanced his way, then looked at her.
"And how do you know his name?" he asked sternly.
"Um..I heard Mr. Hart call him that." she nodded, quickly covering. "Please, Daddy? He's really good."
"Fine, fine, I will." he sighed. "Now..go sit back down or something.Daddy's busy."
She sighed, walking back to her sitting spot, slouching in the same chair. She picked up the paperboy game she had gotten from Chris's bag and started playing it. Hey, at least she tried. She could sleep easy knowing that she had at least mentioned his name to her father. Too bad he didn't actually respect her opinion often because she was still 'a kid'.
Her stomach growled loudly. It had been hours since she ate a real meal. Her dad had been stuffing her with all the stuff he had in his car, which wasn't much. Futhermore, the stuff he gave her was not too filling. She tried to ignore it but after awhile it was just getting annoying. She glanced around, then suddenly looked at Chris's bag.
He had to have something in there. She glanced toward him, he wasn't paying attention. She opened it lightly, looking inside. Most of it was wrestling junk, but then something caught her eye.A small bag of rice cakes. She slowly slid them out, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunantly, he did.
When she got to the sitting position, she nearly fell over again because he was suddenly just in front of her again. Caught red handed. He smirked at her as she gave a weak smile.
"Erm..wow, I could have swore this was that game.." she lamely tried to excuse herself.
"You know, having a father as big as him, I'm surprised that you have to stoop so low as to steal food from ME of all people." he smiled good-naturely.
"All he's given me was a candy bar and stale cereal." she explained, sighing. "I'm sorry."
"No matter." he shook his head. "Take a few. I don't really eat them anyway. Tastes like apple flavored cardboard."
"I'm hungry enough to eat them." she replied, pulling out out, crunching on it lightly.He was right, but she didn't care. "Did you see me taking them out?"
"No, actually, I was just going to put away that tape I took out. Forgot to do that earlier." He dropped the tape in the bag. "I think your dad has been watching me. Makes me nervous.
"Oh, really?" she questioned. He shrugged.
"Probably just false hope. I've only been wrestling for a month here." he replied.
"You're really good." she responded, swallowing the last part of the rice cake she had in her hand. "Not that I was watching you or anything.."
"As long as you aren't laughing, I don't mind." he grinned. "It wouldn't be good if Vince's daughter found me bad."
"No, it would be bad if Shane didn't like you. My Dad doesn't really care what I think sometimes." she replied uncomfortably.
"Well do you think I'm good?" he questioned.
"Yeah, especially for a newer wrestler." she nodded. "A lot of them are usually messing up every other move. I've only seen you mess up maybe once..twice at the most."
"Well then, that opinion means a lot to me." he paused. "I usually don't get told stuff like that. Tough love or something. Thanks kid." He ruffled her hair playfully, and she smiled, trying not to completely blush.
"I only say what I see." she shrugged, trying not to look embarrassed. "You better go wrestle again. I think my dad would kick your ass if he saw you talking to me."
"I guess so." he nodded. "Well, it's been nice talking to you Stephanie. Again. Hey, one more thing.." he scratched his head. She peered at him.
"I'm not sure if I'll be able to talk to you again." he explained. "Just to tell you."
"Maybe not. You never know, my dad might hire you one day." she smiled.
"Yeah, hey, maybe you'll even be in my corner, huh?" he laughed. She chuckled.
"Hey, if the unlikely event that my dad actually let me be 100 feet from the wrestling ring, I promise I will." she wrinkled her nose.
"Well anyway, back to work. See you around." he turned and walked away, humming lightly to himself.
She suddenly felt herself wishing she was just a little bit older. "Wouldn't Daddy be happy to hear that now I'm getting crushes on 19 year old wrestlers." she muttered crossly under her breath. She sighed, eating another rice cake. Maybe her dad would hire him one day.
She couldn't believe how much she was hoping for that.