Summary: Not everything is perfect among co-workers in the WWF.. but what does an outsider know about any of that? Or, will she even care at all with her apathetic attitude?
Rated: R for some really bad words (in later chapters) and some innuendo.
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon and WWFE owns AAAALMOST everything...but I have some claims! Myself and Mr. Schulze and his five or so lines are copyrighted to me, but Adia, Charlie and Ben own themselves. Oh, and Mr. Antonio.. the silly businessman who has two lines! And also, because she asked, Adia's penname is Adia SB - go read her stuff! It's really good!
The Few, The Proud
by Dezzie-Chan ^.^
I hopped on my bed, so excited and confused I could scream, and hugging the portfolio like it was my dear first-born child. About a thousand thoughts were whipping through my mind, none of which were "Did anyone see me shriek and haul ass out of that coffee shop like a mad woman?"
Jim Ross! Jim Ross! Was it the same Jim Ross? What other Jim Ross had a whacky and sometimes frightening love for barbeque sauce? Oooh, I love barbeque sauce! Why did I ever hate barbeque sauce? It's my savior! Wow, THE Jim Ross! I mean, there's more than one Jim Ross, but this could be him! Couldn't it? What if it isn't? Even if it was, you're not going to be able to meet Chris Jericho, or the Rock, or Edge, Christian, Jeff, Scotty, Hurricane, Stone Cold (What?!), Lita, Kurt Angle... you're just going to talk about BBQ sauce. That's it.
Suddenly I wasn't so happy anymore.
I flopped down on my bed, and propped my head in one hand, reaching out the other to pick up my phone to call Adia. I was ready to dial her number when the phone in my hand started ringing. I tilted my head slightly, and wondered if I'd hit a button or something. Nope, apparently not. Shrugging, I clicked the 'talk' button and propped the phone in the crook of my shoulder.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Ms. Amy King?" I didn't recognize the voice.
"Yeah... this is her."
"This is Mr. Antonio... I'm calling on behalf of Jim Ross about your flight and hotel stay."
There was a part inside of me dying to ask if I would meet anyone besides good ole' J.R. but I kept my lip buttoned, and decided to just be polite. It was the chance of a lifetime; I mean, J.R.'s BBQ Sauce! Whoohoo! Right?
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I was extremely tired, and the airplane food had not helped to nourish me, as can be expected. The only small joy so far was to know I was working hand in hand with Adia on this trip, and Ben. They both watched WWF, from time to time, and although they had no clue what J.R.'s BBQ Sauce was, they at least knew who Jim Ross was. Charlie was also there, but I don't think anyone was noticing so far, and I think we all knew he had no idea what the big deal was. We were all pretty dogged when we finally got out into the lobby of the airport.
"Okay, Amy..." Adia said, pausing to yawn, as we collected our luggage. "What do we do, now?"
"Well..." I began, rubbing my eyes to try and revive myself. "I'd assume there's someone here to pick us up... that's what Mr. Antonio said anyway. So, we look for probably some fat cabbie with a sign brandishing horridly misspelt names." I managed a weak grin. We spent about half an hour looking for just that, a cabbie-type guy, getting more and more frustrated, until someone approached us.
"Excuse me?" he asked politely. He was obviously one of those high-class limo drivers - black tie and jacket, clean white undershirt, black cap and cleanly pressed pants.
"Er... can we help you?" I asked. I wondered if he had mistaken us for his passengers. Poor guy.
"By any chance, are you the party here to meet Mr. Ross? Ms. King's party?"
We all exchanged glances, then nodded dumbly. He held up his sign, showcasing the neatly-written (and perfectly spelled, I might add) names "Miss King, Miss Silva, Mr. Langham, Mr. Morgan". I could have died of embarassment or happiness at not having to endure that cab ride I was expecting. We all laughed nervously, and shyly followed our driver to the limo we had pegged earlier as being set up for some movie or rock star. We climbed into the back part of the limo, and were immediately hooked. This had to be the coolest limo I was ever in! Not that I had been in many... I mean, I had been in a wedding, once, and another time a friend had rented one, but other than that, I was kind of a limo virgin. As we played with the TV in the back, and made fun of other people on the road through tinted windows, we had a few new takes on this trip.
"God love Jim Ross!" cried Ben, opening a cabinet to reveal the champagne stash. "I'll design barbeque sauce labels for him anytime!"
"Really!" exclaimed Adia, reclining comfortably in the leather seats. "I feel like a rockstar..."
"I feel like a superstar!" I smiled brightly.
Charlie stayed quiet the whole time, messing with the TV remote. Surprise, surprise. I was kind of wishing he would talk, he was creeping me out.
When we reached the hotel, we were in for more surprises. The hotel was actually really nice. Not palace-nice, but still impressive. There was a little red walkway and man waiting to take your baggage. There were palm trees and lots of really pretty flowers blooming out front, so it wasn't like a barren Motel 6 (far from it, actually). In the lobby, the whole floor was carpetted with a red, almost Oriental design, and although the flowers displayed all around were fake, they were still very pretty, and added a nice overall look to the whole place.
We checked in at the counter, and found that Adia and I had been assigned a different room from Charlie and Ben. That was okay with us, though, and we gladly took our keys and parted ways. We all waved bye, and I think it was the first time I saw Charlie actually smile and wave back. Hopefully we could teach him to speak next.
"Is this cool or what?" I asked, swinging the key around a little. "I mean, this is a nice hotel, you gotta admit."
"Yeah, it is.." Adia said, still obviously tired. "I just want to go to sleep."
I shrugged, a little bit less tired than I was after the flight. "I dunno. I might walk around, check the place out... it might cheer me up." Adia looked at me questioningly, and I felt obligated to explain as we approached the elevators. "I've just been kind of frustrated lately... with work, and Mr. Schulze, and college and... you know. Usual stuff." She nodded, and pressed the 'up' button on the elevator.
We continued to talk as we stepped on the elevator; and it was a pretty cool elevator. It was one of those glass ones you could see out of as you went up, and we had a nice view outside at the pool. We looked at each other as if to confirm we were gonna be all over that spa later. It went really super slow on the way up, so we didn't pay much attention when other people entered the elevator on the second floor. That is, until they started talking.
"Man... I'm so tired, I could go to sleep right now in the elevator..." complained one of the passengers. It was a guy, with a kind of middle-voice, but it dipped down a little lower at the end of the sentence.
My ears perked up. It couldn't be...
"Fine, just don't drool!" Another guy, but a bit of a higher voice - kind of a bit of a laugh in his voice.
I think maybe Adia thought it sounded familiar, too, because she turned around at the same time as me to view our company.
The taller of the two shoved the other one. "I don't drool... who do you think I am? Big Show?"
"Hey! I oughta tell Paul you said that!"
I think I was too awe-stricken to stop staring. It was Edge and Christian. A living, breathing, Adam Copeland and Jason Reso, in the same elevator as me, talking like I wasn't even there. I guess they must have noticed Adia and I staring, because they were quick to address us.
"See, now, Adam, I think you're scaring our elevator companions.." Jay joked.
Adam looked, and grinned almost sheepishly. "Oh, right... sorry. We'll be quiet, we'll be quiet!" He made like he was going to fake choke Jay, who cowered back in fake fear.
You'd never know they hated each other on TV, currently. And they were acting like two totally normal people (if not maybe really immature people). I had to say something. I mean, I knew who they were! I couldn't just stand there! This was what I wanted! So I did the most tactful thing I could do.
"Oh my God, you're Edge and Christian!"
Tactful. Right.
They seemed a little surprised that I knew who they were, but they were really nice and I think they kind of ignored my school girl outburst. "Oh, hey, she knows who we are!"
"Sure, I do! I mean--" I looked at Adia, and tugged her around by the elbow to face them fully with me, "--we both do! We love the WWF!"
"Uh, yeah!" Adia caught on, and was all smiles, despite her tiredness. "In fact, we're here to do some work with Jim Ross!"
"Yeah! We're, er, we're with an advertisement agency!" I couldn't believe I was referring to us as an agency. As we all know, I hated that. But I was giddy, God help me! "He requested for us--"
"--specifically!" finished Adia, beaming.
I didn't really notice until we stopped blathering like idiots that they looked really happy to see us. "You must be the new designers everyone is talking about!" Adam cried, proudly extending his hand (which I shook and held maybe a little longer than I should have, admittedly). "Everyone is so stoked about getting some new talent in our advertising department."
Jay had just finished shaking Adia's hand, and then shook mine as he commented "You girls do look pretty young, though. J.R. really wanted you specifically, eh?"
"Oh, yes, yes, of course!" came the united reply. I had realized we probably weren't the same people they were so jubiliantly referring to, unless they were really big fans of BBQ sauce.
Our reverie was interrupted by the elevator bell ringing, alerting us our floor was up. I didn't want to go, but I also didn't want to make a bigger idiot of myself.
"Oh, that's our floor!" we unitedly giggled, again. Man, did we look dumb.
"What a coincidence, we get off here, too!" Jay said, smiling. "Do you want us to walk you to your rooms, or anything?"
"Yeah, we always like talking with new staff," Adam added.
"Uhhh..." Adia and I were on the same wavelength, today.
"Oh, duh!" Adam smacked himself in the forehead, and extended his hand, again, as we exited the elevator. Whoohoo, two times touching Edge in one day! "I forgot to introduce myself... Jay kind of rubs off on people and makes them forget basic stuff like that." He flashed a smirk at Jay, who stuck out his tongue. "I'm--"
"Adam Copeland!" we finished for him, as I shook his hand and once again held it a little too long. Just call us the Wonder Twins. I looked at Adia and grinned nervously, then looked back at Adam. "I'm Amy King."
He shook Adia's hand, as well, and she laughed a little. "Adia Silva... so sorry, we've probably scared you a lot!"
Jay introduced himself to both of us in turn, with the same result of him starting to say his name then us finishing it for him. As we walked to our room, the conversation continued, but it was mostly us nodding and agreeing with whatever Adam and Jay asked, as they continued to fake-bully each other back and forth.
When we finally reached the rooms, they shook our hands again, smiling, as usual.
"Hey... tomorrow morning, us and a few of the other guys are going to go hang out before the show..." Adam started. Uh oh. I knew where this was going. "Maybe you could come with!"
"Yeah!" Jay nodded enthusiastically. "We can discuss the big, great, world of advertising!"
Both of us laughed, weakly. We couldn't say no, but we couldn't tell them we were really just here to come up with a slogan for J.R.'s BBQ Sauce. We wanted them to like us, and think we had really important jobs... wouldn't anyone?
"I..." I was still brewing excuses.
"Sure!" Adia suddenly cried out. I gave her a look like she had grown a third arm. "We'd love to... but right now, we're really tired, because we travelled alongtimesonowweneedtogobye!" And with that she dragged me off into the hotel and shut the door.
"Amy, we need a plan..." she said, her back against the door, and myself still wondering if something was wrong with her, if not a third arm, then a mental condition. "I'm not going to talk barbeque with two of the hottest and most famous guys in the World Wrestling Federation!"
So it was at that point we formulated the dumbest plan of all time...
Author's Note: See? See? Edge and Christian! Although delayed and too short... next chapter will be cool because we are switching viewpoints from Amy (that's me) to Edge (that's Adam!) I'm going to do a few different viewpoints throughout, but he'll be our first wrestler, and hey! That means no Amy to put up with! I know you're probably dying to kill her, eh heh... heh.. but please don't...! Not yet, anyway, she has more to do!
Rated: R for some really bad words (in later chapters) and some innuendo.
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon and WWFE owns AAAALMOST everything...but I have some claims! Myself and Mr. Schulze and his five or so lines are copyrighted to me, but Adia, Charlie and Ben own themselves. Oh, and Mr. Antonio.. the silly businessman who has two lines! And also, because she asked, Adia's penname is Adia SB - go read her stuff! It's really good!
The Few, The Proud
by Dezzie-Chan ^.^
I hopped on my bed, so excited and confused I could scream, and hugging the portfolio like it was my dear first-born child. About a thousand thoughts were whipping through my mind, none of which were "Did anyone see me shriek and haul ass out of that coffee shop like a mad woman?"
Jim Ross! Jim Ross! Was it the same Jim Ross? What other Jim Ross had a whacky and sometimes frightening love for barbeque sauce? Oooh, I love barbeque sauce! Why did I ever hate barbeque sauce? It's my savior! Wow, THE Jim Ross! I mean, there's more than one Jim Ross, but this could be him! Couldn't it? What if it isn't? Even if it was, you're not going to be able to meet Chris Jericho, or the Rock, or Edge, Christian, Jeff, Scotty, Hurricane, Stone Cold (What?!), Lita, Kurt Angle... you're just going to talk about BBQ sauce. That's it.
Suddenly I wasn't so happy anymore.
I flopped down on my bed, and propped my head in one hand, reaching out the other to pick up my phone to call Adia. I was ready to dial her number when the phone in my hand started ringing. I tilted my head slightly, and wondered if I'd hit a button or something. Nope, apparently not. Shrugging, I clicked the 'talk' button and propped the phone in the crook of my shoulder.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Ms. Amy King?" I didn't recognize the voice.
"Yeah... this is her."
"This is Mr. Antonio... I'm calling on behalf of Jim Ross about your flight and hotel stay."
There was a part inside of me dying to ask if I would meet anyone besides good ole' J.R. but I kept my lip buttoned, and decided to just be polite. It was the chance of a lifetime; I mean, J.R.'s BBQ Sauce! Whoohoo! Right?
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I was extremely tired, and the airplane food had not helped to nourish me, as can be expected. The only small joy so far was to know I was working hand in hand with Adia on this trip, and Ben. They both watched WWF, from time to time, and although they had no clue what J.R.'s BBQ Sauce was, they at least knew who Jim Ross was. Charlie was also there, but I don't think anyone was noticing so far, and I think we all knew he had no idea what the big deal was. We were all pretty dogged when we finally got out into the lobby of the airport.
"Okay, Amy..." Adia said, pausing to yawn, as we collected our luggage. "What do we do, now?"
"Well..." I began, rubbing my eyes to try and revive myself. "I'd assume there's someone here to pick us up... that's what Mr. Antonio said anyway. So, we look for probably some fat cabbie with a sign brandishing horridly misspelt names." I managed a weak grin. We spent about half an hour looking for just that, a cabbie-type guy, getting more and more frustrated, until someone approached us.
"Excuse me?" he asked politely. He was obviously one of those high-class limo drivers - black tie and jacket, clean white undershirt, black cap and cleanly pressed pants.
"Er... can we help you?" I asked. I wondered if he had mistaken us for his passengers. Poor guy.
"By any chance, are you the party here to meet Mr. Ross? Ms. King's party?"
We all exchanged glances, then nodded dumbly. He held up his sign, showcasing the neatly-written (and perfectly spelled, I might add) names "Miss King, Miss Silva, Mr. Langham, Mr. Morgan". I could have died of embarassment or happiness at not having to endure that cab ride I was expecting. We all laughed nervously, and shyly followed our driver to the limo we had pegged earlier as being set up for some movie or rock star. We climbed into the back part of the limo, and were immediately hooked. This had to be the coolest limo I was ever in! Not that I had been in many... I mean, I had been in a wedding, once, and another time a friend had rented one, but other than that, I was kind of a limo virgin. As we played with the TV in the back, and made fun of other people on the road through tinted windows, we had a few new takes on this trip.
"God love Jim Ross!" cried Ben, opening a cabinet to reveal the champagne stash. "I'll design barbeque sauce labels for him anytime!"
"Really!" exclaimed Adia, reclining comfortably in the leather seats. "I feel like a rockstar..."
"I feel like a superstar!" I smiled brightly.
Charlie stayed quiet the whole time, messing with the TV remote. Surprise, surprise. I was kind of wishing he would talk, he was creeping me out.
When we reached the hotel, we were in for more surprises. The hotel was actually really nice. Not palace-nice, but still impressive. There was a little red walkway and man waiting to take your baggage. There were palm trees and lots of really pretty flowers blooming out front, so it wasn't like a barren Motel 6 (far from it, actually). In the lobby, the whole floor was carpetted with a red, almost Oriental design, and although the flowers displayed all around were fake, they were still very pretty, and added a nice overall look to the whole place.
We checked in at the counter, and found that Adia and I had been assigned a different room from Charlie and Ben. That was okay with us, though, and we gladly took our keys and parted ways. We all waved bye, and I think it was the first time I saw Charlie actually smile and wave back. Hopefully we could teach him to speak next.
"Is this cool or what?" I asked, swinging the key around a little. "I mean, this is a nice hotel, you gotta admit."
"Yeah, it is.." Adia said, still obviously tired. "I just want to go to sleep."
I shrugged, a little bit less tired than I was after the flight. "I dunno. I might walk around, check the place out... it might cheer me up." Adia looked at me questioningly, and I felt obligated to explain as we approached the elevators. "I've just been kind of frustrated lately... with work, and Mr. Schulze, and college and... you know. Usual stuff." She nodded, and pressed the 'up' button on the elevator.
We continued to talk as we stepped on the elevator; and it was a pretty cool elevator. It was one of those glass ones you could see out of as you went up, and we had a nice view outside at the pool. We looked at each other as if to confirm we were gonna be all over that spa later. It went really super slow on the way up, so we didn't pay much attention when other people entered the elevator on the second floor. That is, until they started talking.
"Man... I'm so tired, I could go to sleep right now in the elevator..." complained one of the passengers. It was a guy, with a kind of middle-voice, but it dipped down a little lower at the end of the sentence.
My ears perked up. It couldn't be...
"Fine, just don't drool!" Another guy, but a bit of a higher voice - kind of a bit of a laugh in his voice.
I think maybe Adia thought it sounded familiar, too, because she turned around at the same time as me to view our company.
The taller of the two shoved the other one. "I don't drool... who do you think I am? Big Show?"
"Hey! I oughta tell Paul you said that!"
I think I was too awe-stricken to stop staring. It was Edge and Christian. A living, breathing, Adam Copeland and Jason Reso, in the same elevator as me, talking like I wasn't even there. I guess they must have noticed Adia and I staring, because they were quick to address us.
"See, now, Adam, I think you're scaring our elevator companions.." Jay joked.
Adam looked, and grinned almost sheepishly. "Oh, right... sorry. We'll be quiet, we'll be quiet!" He made like he was going to fake choke Jay, who cowered back in fake fear.
You'd never know they hated each other on TV, currently. And they were acting like two totally normal people (if not maybe really immature people). I had to say something. I mean, I knew who they were! I couldn't just stand there! This was what I wanted! So I did the most tactful thing I could do.
"Oh my God, you're Edge and Christian!"
Tactful. Right.
They seemed a little surprised that I knew who they were, but they were really nice and I think they kind of ignored my school girl outburst. "Oh, hey, she knows who we are!"
"Sure, I do! I mean--" I looked at Adia, and tugged her around by the elbow to face them fully with me, "--we both do! We love the WWF!"
"Uh, yeah!" Adia caught on, and was all smiles, despite her tiredness. "In fact, we're here to do some work with Jim Ross!"
"Yeah! We're, er, we're with an advertisement agency!" I couldn't believe I was referring to us as an agency. As we all know, I hated that. But I was giddy, God help me! "He requested for us--"
"--specifically!" finished Adia, beaming.
I didn't really notice until we stopped blathering like idiots that they looked really happy to see us. "You must be the new designers everyone is talking about!" Adam cried, proudly extending his hand (which I shook and held maybe a little longer than I should have, admittedly). "Everyone is so stoked about getting some new talent in our advertising department."
Jay had just finished shaking Adia's hand, and then shook mine as he commented "You girls do look pretty young, though. J.R. really wanted you specifically, eh?"
"Oh, yes, yes, of course!" came the united reply. I had realized we probably weren't the same people they were so jubiliantly referring to, unless they were really big fans of BBQ sauce.
Our reverie was interrupted by the elevator bell ringing, alerting us our floor was up. I didn't want to go, but I also didn't want to make a bigger idiot of myself.
"Oh, that's our floor!" we unitedly giggled, again. Man, did we look dumb.
"What a coincidence, we get off here, too!" Jay said, smiling. "Do you want us to walk you to your rooms, or anything?"
"Yeah, we always like talking with new staff," Adam added.
"Uhhh..." Adia and I were on the same wavelength, today.
"Oh, duh!" Adam smacked himself in the forehead, and extended his hand, again, as we exited the elevator. Whoohoo, two times touching Edge in one day! "I forgot to introduce myself... Jay kind of rubs off on people and makes them forget basic stuff like that." He flashed a smirk at Jay, who stuck out his tongue. "I'm--"
"Adam Copeland!" we finished for him, as I shook his hand and once again held it a little too long. Just call us the Wonder Twins. I looked at Adia and grinned nervously, then looked back at Adam. "I'm Amy King."
He shook Adia's hand, as well, and she laughed a little. "Adia Silva... so sorry, we've probably scared you a lot!"
Jay introduced himself to both of us in turn, with the same result of him starting to say his name then us finishing it for him. As we walked to our room, the conversation continued, but it was mostly us nodding and agreeing with whatever Adam and Jay asked, as they continued to fake-bully each other back and forth.
When we finally reached the rooms, they shook our hands again, smiling, as usual.
"Hey... tomorrow morning, us and a few of the other guys are going to go hang out before the show..." Adam started. Uh oh. I knew where this was going. "Maybe you could come with!"
"Yeah!" Jay nodded enthusiastically. "We can discuss the big, great, world of advertising!"
Both of us laughed, weakly. We couldn't say no, but we couldn't tell them we were really just here to come up with a slogan for J.R.'s BBQ Sauce. We wanted them to like us, and think we had really important jobs... wouldn't anyone?
"I..." I was still brewing excuses.
"Sure!" Adia suddenly cried out. I gave her a look like she had grown a third arm. "We'd love to... but right now, we're really tired, because we travelled alongtimesonowweneedtogobye!" And with that she dragged me off into the hotel and shut the door.
"Amy, we need a plan..." she said, her back against the door, and myself still wondering if something was wrong with her, if not a third arm, then a mental condition. "I'm not going to talk barbeque with two of the hottest and most famous guys in the World Wrestling Federation!"
So it was at that point we formulated the dumbest plan of all time...
Author's Note: See? See? Edge and Christian! Although delayed and too short... next chapter will be cool because we are switching viewpoints from Amy (that's me) to Edge (that's Adam!) I'm going to do a few different viewpoints throughout, but he'll be our first wrestler, and hey! That means no Amy to put up with! I know you're probably dying to kill her, eh heh... heh.. but please don't...! Not yet, anyway, she has more to do!