Title: Story in a Bottle
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. I own Izzie Laeman. That's it.
Acknowledgements: Miss Calysto and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you! (And if it ends up being totally rubbish, I'll write you another one!)
Chapter 2: The Izzienet
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Sigh. Click. Click. Hmm... Click. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Sigh. Click.
"Hey Izzie, what you up to?" asked Kurt, who had just entered my office. I tore my eyes away from the Internet page I was flicking through, and lazily looked at the Olympian.
"Don't you ever knock?" I asked him in my usual I'm-in-charge-and-I-know-it-but-don't-care type of voice that I use with the guys that visit me. "What's the matter, Kurt?"
"I was wondering," he began hesitantly. Oh, that was a good sign. Whatever dumb idea he was going to throw at me now, I could brush it away with ease. "You know the baby carriage incident? Do I really have to get hit across the back with the baby carriage? My back is kind of fragile these days."
Oh, great, delicate wrestlers. How I just love it when they come to me complaining about an injury because nobody would listen to them. "Kurt, remember when you arrived here, what was one of the first things that Vince said to you?" I asked him, as though speaking to a child.
"Hello" he replied instantaneously, with his dumb smile on his face.
"Not that bit. The bit that sounded a bit like `wrestling's fake'." I informed him. "It's not going to hurt, Paul is a better wrestler than that. Go talk to him about it." The finality in my voice told him meeting adjourned.
I turned back to the web page that I was browsing, trying to come up for more ideas and a fresh angle for a few of the wrestlers. Sigh. Click. Click. Hmm... Click. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Sigh. Click.
******
Ok, I know, it's hardly what you were expecting me to say, but what should I do? I'm telling you my story here, and you're going to sit there and listen. Anyway, you wouldn't understand half of what I will be going on about if it wasn't for that. Every single day every decision I make was countered. I had to put up with wimpy wrestlers panicking at their stories, un-inspirational days, and most of all, boredom. But one of the best things about my job is I found out all of the backstage gossip, and I could manipulate it in any way that I wanted. Even Vince doesn't know half the stuff I do.
But he does know this, and he doesn't want you to know it.
******
I was walking down the corridor as usual one day, a few weeks before HHH's return. Confidently humming a tune, I strutted down the abandoned hallway, until something grabbed me round my mouth and stomach.
I elbowed my attacker in the stomach and I spun around to see my `attacker', who turned out to be Paul Michael Levesque looking at me, holding his stomach and grinning.
"Sorry Paul" I said, smiling at him. "You should know better than to attack Iz." HHH was one of the people that I actually got along with backstage. He had such great dedication, and was willing to accept nearly all storylines without grumbling. My type of Superstar.
"No problem" he replied, his grin still evident on his face. "Iz..." he started to say, and I groaned.
"If this is about taking Stephanie to some bar so that you can flirt with Trish in private, no" I said, firmly, remembering last time when the Billion Dollar Princess threw up over my new shoes.
"No, I was wondering if you could take Trish out, and sort of... bump in to me and Dwayne (The Rock)." He said, smiling innocently. "Trish needs to get her mind off things..."
"And onto other things?" I joked. It was no backstage secret that Paul fancied Trish. How Trish didn't notice, I never knew. But Hunter was my friend, and I knew that it would mean a lot to him if I could set them up.
But why did he have to Bring Dwayne Johnson, the only guy that I actually vaguely liked?
******
Trish sighed and looked in the mirror. She didn't feel like going out, but nobody ever refused Izzie's wishes. Trish ran the brush one last time through her hair, and hoped that they would meet Chris Irvine (Y2J) at the bar they were heading to. She didn't know what it was about Y2J that held a certain attraction for her, but she was longing to know more about her fellow Canadian, despite Paul Levesque's efforts at seduction. Trish sighed, and tugged at her pink mid-riff top. She eyed the reflection in the mirror one last time, and picked up her bag and headed t the car park, leaving Jazz and Jacqueline in deep conversation.
******
Where was he? He should be here by now! Thought Stephanie McMahon, looking around for her `husband'. Stephanie had overheard Izzie and Trish talking, and knew that there was an ulterior motive to bringing Trish to this particular bar. Stephanie shivered, slightly out of delight, slightly out of cold. She was wearing a tiny black leather skirt and a black backless top. As Paul and Dwayne walked towards the bar, her heart stopped slightly, and she smiled evilly to herself. In her head it was perfect, she would just walk up to them and say she had lost her friend, and could she join them? Paul would stare at her lovingly, and invite her to sit down, and as the music swelled, she would get up and...
******
Knock right into the person she least wanted to see. Chris Irvine smirked at the Billion Dollar Princess, who has stumbled over, and was holding on to a chair for dear life. Chris laughed at Stephanie, and preceded to head towards the bar, where Paul and Dwayne were sitting. He thought Izzie may turn up, after all, she WAS Paul's friend, and she WAS quite a looker. For a scriptwriter.
******
Dwayne looked at the approaching girls. Trish was dressed up in pink, and redhead Izzie had opted for the safer mint green colour. His heart fell slightly, until he saw A Vision limping up behind them. He stepped forward and smiled at Trish and Izzie, and turned his attention to the injured Steph. Stephanie accepted his help gratefully, looking at Paul all the time. His heart fell slightly, but he was determined that he would get Stephanie in the end.
******
I sat at the furthest right bar stood out of the group of six. I chatted aimlessly to Chris, but I think he caught me shooting the occasional wistful glance in Mr Johnson's direction. Next to Chris, Trish was trying to get his attention, but only catching Hunter's rapt gaze. Hunter totally ignored Stephanie, and Dwayne started chatting to the brunette. Nobody sitting there was getting their crush to really notice them, and after two hours, the six left, the girls heading one way, the boys another.
As they walked to the hotel arm-in-arm in silence, I thought over the night's events... and suddenly a storyline popped into my head. Grinning slightly, I thought over the plan as we headed back.
******
A/N: A recap of what's been going on, it's a little confusing! Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter, Hunter loves Trish, Trish loves Chris Jericho, Chris Jericho loves Izzie, Izzie loves The Rock, and The Rock loves Stephanie.
Sara Ashley: Izzie Laeman is a real person... in my mind, anyway. :P. She is 100% fictional, but I wouldn't say that to her face... she has a vicious kick. ;)
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. I own Izzie Laeman. That's it.
Acknowledgements: Miss Calysto and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you! (And if it ends up being totally rubbish, I'll write you another one!)
Chapter 2: The Izzienet
******
Sigh. Click. Click. Hmm... Click. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Sigh. Click.
"Hey Izzie, what you up to?" asked Kurt, who had just entered my office. I tore my eyes away from the Internet page I was flicking through, and lazily looked at the Olympian.
"Don't you ever knock?" I asked him in my usual I'm-in-charge-and-I-know-it-but-don't-care type of voice that I use with the guys that visit me. "What's the matter, Kurt?"
"I was wondering," he began hesitantly. Oh, that was a good sign. Whatever dumb idea he was going to throw at me now, I could brush it away with ease. "You know the baby carriage incident? Do I really have to get hit across the back with the baby carriage? My back is kind of fragile these days."
Oh, great, delicate wrestlers. How I just love it when they come to me complaining about an injury because nobody would listen to them. "Kurt, remember when you arrived here, what was one of the first things that Vince said to you?" I asked him, as though speaking to a child.
"Hello" he replied instantaneously, with his dumb smile on his face.
"Not that bit. The bit that sounded a bit like `wrestling's fake'." I informed him. "It's not going to hurt, Paul is a better wrestler than that. Go talk to him about it." The finality in my voice told him meeting adjourned.
I turned back to the web page that I was browsing, trying to come up for more ideas and a fresh angle for a few of the wrestlers. Sigh. Click. Click. Hmm... Click. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Sigh. Click.
******
Ok, I know, it's hardly what you were expecting me to say, but what should I do? I'm telling you my story here, and you're going to sit there and listen. Anyway, you wouldn't understand half of what I will be going on about if it wasn't for that. Every single day every decision I make was countered. I had to put up with wimpy wrestlers panicking at their stories, un-inspirational days, and most of all, boredom. But one of the best things about my job is I found out all of the backstage gossip, and I could manipulate it in any way that I wanted. Even Vince doesn't know half the stuff I do.
But he does know this, and he doesn't want you to know it.
******
I was walking down the corridor as usual one day, a few weeks before HHH's return. Confidently humming a tune, I strutted down the abandoned hallway, until something grabbed me round my mouth and stomach.
I elbowed my attacker in the stomach and I spun around to see my `attacker', who turned out to be Paul Michael Levesque looking at me, holding his stomach and grinning.
"Sorry Paul" I said, smiling at him. "You should know better than to attack Iz." HHH was one of the people that I actually got along with backstage. He had such great dedication, and was willing to accept nearly all storylines without grumbling. My type of Superstar.
"No problem" he replied, his grin still evident on his face. "Iz..." he started to say, and I groaned.
"If this is about taking Stephanie to some bar so that you can flirt with Trish in private, no" I said, firmly, remembering last time when the Billion Dollar Princess threw up over my new shoes.
"No, I was wondering if you could take Trish out, and sort of... bump in to me and Dwayne (The Rock)." He said, smiling innocently. "Trish needs to get her mind off things..."
"And onto other things?" I joked. It was no backstage secret that Paul fancied Trish. How Trish didn't notice, I never knew. But Hunter was my friend, and I knew that it would mean a lot to him if I could set them up.
But why did he have to Bring Dwayne Johnson, the only guy that I actually vaguely liked?
******
Trish sighed and looked in the mirror. She didn't feel like going out, but nobody ever refused Izzie's wishes. Trish ran the brush one last time through her hair, and hoped that they would meet Chris Irvine (Y2J) at the bar they were heading to. She didn't know what it was about Y2J that held a certain attraction for her, but she was longing to know more about her fellow Canadian, despite Paul Levesque's efforts at seduction. Trish sighed, and tugged at her pink mid-riff top. She eyed the reflection in the mirror one last time, and picked up her bag and headed t the car park, leaving Jazz and Jacqueline in deep conversation.
******
Where was he? He should be here by now! Thought Stephanie McMahon, looking around for her `husband'. Stephanie had overheard Izzie and Trish talking, and knew that there was an ulterior motive to bringing Trish to this particular bar. Stephanie shivered, slightly out of delight, slightly out of cold. She was wearing a tiny black leather skirt and a black backless top. As Paul and Dwayne walked towards the bar, her heart stopped slightly, and she smiled evilly to herself. In her head it was perfect, she would just walk up to them and say she had lost her friend, and could she join them? Paul would stare at her lovingly, and invite her to sit down, and as the music swelled, she would get up and...
******
Knock right into the person she least wanted to see. Chris Irvine smirked at the Billion Dollar Princess, who has stumbled over, and was holding on to a chair for dear life. Chris laughed at Stephanie, and preceded to head towards the bar, where Paul and Dwayne were sitting. He thought Izzie may turn up, after all, she WAS Paul's friend, and she WAS quite a looker. For a scriptwriter.
******
Dwayne looked at the approaching girls. Trish was dressed up in pink, and redhead Izzie had opted for the safer mint green colour. His heart fell slightly, until he saw A Vision limping up behind them. He stepped forward and smiled at Trish and Izzie, and turned his attention to the injured Steph. Stephanie accepted his help gratefully, looking at Paul all the time. His heart fell slightly, but he was determined that he would get Stephanie in the end.
******
I sat at the furthest right bar stood out of the group of six. I chatted aimlessly to Chris, but I think he caught me shooting the occasional wistful glance in Mr Johnson's direction. Next to Chris, Trish was trying to get his attention, but only catching Hunter's rapt gaze. Hunter totally ignored Stephanie, and Dwayne started chatting to the brunette. Nobody sitting there was getting their crush to really notice them, and after two hours, the six left, the girls heading one way, the boys another.
As they walked to the hotel arm-in-arm in silence, I thought over the night's events... and suddenly a storyline popped into my head. Grinning slightly, I thought over the plan as we headed back.
******
A/N: A recap of what's been going on, it's a little confusing! Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter, Hunter loves Trish, Trish loves Chris Jericho, Chris Jericho loves Izzie, Izzie loves The Rock, and The Rock loves Stephanie.
Sara Ashley: Izzie Laeman is a real person... in my mind, anyway. :P. She is 100% fictional, but I wouldn't say that to her face... she has a vicious kick. ;)