Title: Story in a Bottle
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. Izzie is now recognised as owning herself. :P (Don't you just hate sisters?)
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 4: Confrontations
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Marie, Chris and Nathan. Our new Team Xtreme. Well, at least that's how I sold it to Vince. Honestly, it's like a Kindergarden here, everything has to be exactly like it was said. I told him that it would bring people in. Give them names and say they're family, and you've got a big seller on your hands. Much like with the Dudley Boys, who were just good friends.
I had already offered them developmental contracts, anyway, so he would have to like it or be sued. Still, I had an idea for a new tag team, and they fitted the bill quite nicely. I decided to leave them for now, and work on the more pressing matter of the love circle.
******
"What the hell is this?" demanded Stephanie, throwing her script at me. I ducked and sat back up again. "There is no way you are making me and Chris an item! I'm not that slutty!"
"Yes you are." I murmured to myself, but she didn't hear me, thankfully. "I know, Stephanie, but your on-screen persona is a real bitch, nothing like the real life you." *Yeah right!* "Besides, it's going to be a huge storyline, and it's going to actually last. It's going to be a love circle, think of the things you can scream about over that."
Stephanie seemed to cheer up. "With me as the star!" she said, happily. I nodded, with my fingers crossed behind my back. "I'll get whoever I want, won't I?"
"Near enough" I said, a plastic smile across my face. It satisfied Stephanie, though, and she left my office with a smug grin on her face.
******
"Yes, I UNDERSTAND he's not well, but he has to be here tonight!" I yelled down the phone to Chuck Paulumbo's wife, Amy. "If he isn't, he may not get another storyline for a while!"
Chuck Paulumbo is honestly the worst when it comes to complaining. His wife was always coaxing him to take time off, and Billy and Chuck had a fight that night, against the Dudleys. I hate my job at times. I sighed, and put my head in my hands.
"Tough day?"
I spun around, and there was Chris. He smiled sympathetically at me, and held out his script.
"Why do I have to go out with Stephanie? Can't I fancy someone vaguely fanciable?" he moaned.
"Sorry" I said, smiling lightly. "But we're having a sort of 'love circle' thing, and we need you to fancy her or it won't work."
"If you insist…" he said, with mock pain on his face. "I will do this for you"
"Thanks, Chrissy" I said, smiling evilly. He hates it when anyone calls him that. "But look at it on the plus side, you are going to get chased by Trish."
"Yeah, you know, I didn't think of that!" He said, smiling. "Anyway, I've got to go and get changed."
******
"Dear Diary,
I've been working in the WWF for three years now, and these three years have been the best of my life. Yet today, when Chris Irvine came into my office and started talking to me, I started to feel like a real person. I was no longer 'Izzie Laeman', who wrote scripts and booked matches, but 'Izzie', friend of the superstars. Perhaps it's because this story hits home with them, but I'm starting to see a wrestler and not have to yell all the time. I don't know, maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel that maybe I can approach Dwayne now…
…Or maybe not.
Izzie"
I looked at the diary entry that I had just written, and I smiled lightly. I looked around the bedroom at the hundreds of posters that were splashed around. I had one of every wrestler in the WWF, as inspiration for who would look well together or not. I looked at one of the walls, where RVD was currently posted next to Molly, and sighed. I pulled Molly off the wall and put her next to the Hurricane, and in her place I put Terri. Hmm… interesting…. Still, I'll think about RVD later, now I'm planning who gets who.
I pulled over a scrap of paper and wrote "Hunter gets Trish. Rocky gets Izzie" Scrunching the paper angrily into a ball, I threw it at the wall, where it bounced off Kurt Angle's head.
"Come on, Izzie," I told myself. "Be professional! You don't want to end up like Lillian!" I flinched at the memory of The Rock introducing his strudel to the world. Snigger. Back to fear. Then the phone rang, and it was HHH.
"If I like Dwayne, and Dwayne likes Steph, and Steph chases you, but you are after Trish, but Trish fancies Chris… that leaves Chris fancying nobody and me not being fancied by anyone." I said, a little downcast.
"so find out who he fancies, then" Hunter chuckled down the phone. "You're supposed to be on top of all the gossip!"
"Chris hangs around with…(flicking through my notebook of friends) …Lance Storm? Ok, Mission: Stalk Lance will be in full operation by tomorrow."
"Or you could just ask him"
"Yeah… that could work"
"Yep"
"Uh huh"
"So…"
"No"
"Aw, come on, Izzie! It'll be fun! You could do some research!"
"For what? How to totally flunk at flirting with Trish?" I said.
"Please? It'd be fun at a club…"
"Oh, alright" I said. "But you're paying."
******
As I slipped on a lilac dress, I stared at myself in the mirror. I sighed, and brushed my hair back. Like anyone WOULD fancy me. I was a short, tiny- chested scriptwriter who, until really recently, wore glasses and joggers. Why did I ever thing I had a chance with any of the wrestlers? God, I hate myself. Standing next to the beauties that the WWF had to offer all day really starts to negatively affect you.
I picked up my bag, and stuck my tongue out at my reflection.
"I'm a professional. Get over it!" I whispered to myself, before plastering on a fake smile and walking out to where Hunter was waiting with the hummer.
******
I looked around the room, half wishing that I hadn't bothered coming. My purple dress was itchy, and I was missing a whole load of interesting TV shows. Damnit. The only thing I can do now is get totally and utterly plastered. Looking around, I saw the majority of the locker room. Hunter didn't need me here. It was one of the private club rooms, and it was HUGE. There was even the new three, Marie, Nathan and.... wotsisname. I'm useless with names when I drink... But I probably shouldn't tell you about that.…
*****
Hunter looked around the room. He couldn't see Izzie anywhere, because by this time, she had crashed in a corner somewhere. He looked to where Stephanie was standing, trying to get his attention, and he walked in the other direction, looking for Trish. It wouldn't have mattered how hard he looked, she had gone home earlier. So to get away from the evil claws of the Billion dollar princess, he headed outside. The club was smoky and dark, and he needed to think. He sat on the wall and jumped at the sound of a female voice behind him.
*****
Marie jumped when the dominating figure of her idol, HHH sat on the wall. Nervously, she looked at his back, and had a quick debate on what to do.
"Hi"
HHH jumped around, and saw the new girl sitting on the wall, he smiled lightly. "It's very smoky in there, isn't it?"
"Yeah" she replied, flashing him a smile. He smiled back at her, and moved over next t where she was sitting. He liked to get to know all the new people, and this was as good a time as any.
*****
"And then Nathan and Chris have fallen out."
"Sounds tough" said HHH sympathetically. "Like being 'married' to Stephanie."
"I thought she would be nothing like her altar-ego" Marie mused.
"Trust me, Stephanie is a real bitch. She's been stalking me all night" HHH said, just as the door creaked open. Marie's eye widened, and HHH knew that it was Stephanie behind him. "And... you're just so pretty" HHH said, before pulling Marie into a rough, long kiss. Marie's shock was in benefit to them both, and HHH heard the sound of female heels scutling away from them. He let go of the new Diva, and smiled at her apologetically. "I'm sorry... Steph..."
"It's ok, It was quite nice actually"
"I have to agree with you there" Hunter said, leaning forward slightly. Marie kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around her cold body. He leaned her against the wall, and started to feel happy again... like the free man that he was.
*****
Hunter's kisses were sending shivers down Marie's spine. She could feel the heat of his body, the softness of his lips. She started unbuttoning Hunter's top, but another sense started to kick in. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. She pulled away. This was The Game, and she hardly knew him. It felt so right, but not when he was drunk. She didn't want him to think of her as another Stephanie.
"It's not right... we're drunk... you...I.... " she started, and she ran away. Hunter tried to follow her, but shame took over him. She would think he was easy and a bully, and the pretty young girl would want nothing to do with him anymore. He turned back and headed to his car, where he sat and thought, part thinking and part dreaming.
And part waiting for Izzie, who was lying in a drunken stupor in the club.
******
"That's right… Mary, Molly… whatever. I swear, Trish, I saw them!" Stephanie said to Trish.
Trish thought over this new information, but instead of feeling relieved, she felt a little on edge. This didn't feel right. She should be happy about it, instead, she felt threatened. She didn't even like HHH… so why did she feel so betrayed?
(The Real Circle: 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.
The TV Circle: Stephanie loves Hunter, Hunter loves Trish, Trish loves Chris, but Chris loves Stephanie. Izzie doesn't appear on TV, and The Rock has been cleverly cut out of it ;) (It's too confusing to remember!!))
Author: WWFDivaGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own HHH, Y2J, Trish or Stephanie. Izzie is now recognised as owning herself. :P (Don't you just hate sisters?)
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 4: Confrontations
******
Marie, Chris and Nathan. Our new Team Xtreme. Well, at least that's how I sold it to Vince. Honestly, it's like a Kindergarden here, everything has to be exactly like it was said. I told him that it would bring people in. Give them names and say they're family, and you've got a big seller on your hands. Much like with the Dudley Boys, who were just good friends.
I had already offered them developmental contracts, anyway, so he would have to like it or be sued. Still, I had an idea for a new tag team, and they fitted the bill quite nicely. I decided to leave them for now, and work on the more pressing matter of the love circle.
******
"What the hell is this?" demanded Stephanie, throwing her script at me. I ducked and sat back up again. "There is no way you are making me and Chris an item! I'm not that slutty!"
"Yes you are." I murmured to myself, but she didn't hear me, thankfully. "I know, Stephanie, but your on-screen persona is a real bitch, nothing like the real life you." *Yeah right!* "Besides, it's going to be a huge storyline, and it's going to actually last. It's going to be a love circle, think of the things you can scream about over that."
Stephanie seemed to cheer up. "With me as the star!" she said, happily. I nodded, with my fingers crossed behind my back. "I'll get whoever I want, won't I?"
"Near enough" I said, a plastic smile across my face. It satisfied Stephanie, though, and she left my office with a smug grin on her face.
******
"Yes, I UNDERSTAND he's not well, but he has to be here tonight!" I yelled down the phone to Chuck Paulumbo's wife, Amy. "If he isn't, he may not get another storyline for a while!"
Chuck Paulumbo is honestly the worst when it comes to complaining. His wife was always coaxing him to take time off, and Billy and Chuck had a fight that night, against the Dudleys. I hate my job at times. I sighed, and put my head in my hands.
"Tough day?"
I spun around, and there was Chris. He smiled sympathetically at me, and held out his script.
"Why do I have to go out with Stephanie? Can't I fancy someone vaguely fanciable?" he moaned.
"Sorry" I said, smiling lightly. "But we're having a sort of 'love circle' thing, and we need you to fancy her or it won't work."
"If you insist…" he said, with mock pain on his face. "I will do this for you"
"Thanks, Chrissy" I said, smiling evilly. He hates it when anyone calls him that. "But look at it on the plus side, you are going to get chased by Trish."
"Yeah, you know, I didn't think of that!" He said, smiling. "Anyway, I've got to go and get changed."
******
"Dear Diary,
I've been working in the WWF for three years now, and these three years have been the best of my life. Yet today, when Chris Irvine came into my office and started talking to me, I started to feel like a real person. I was no longer 'Izzie Laeman', who wrote scripts and booked matches, but 'Izzie', friend of the superstars. Perhaps it's because this story hits home with them, but I'm starting to see a wrestler and not have to yell all the time. I don't know, maybe it's just my imagination, but I feel that maybe I can approach Dwayne now…
…Or maybe not.
Izzie"
I looked at the diary entry that I had just written, and I smiled lightly. I looked around the bedroom at the hundreds of posters that were splashed around. I had one of every wrestler in the WWF, as inspiration for who would look well together or not. I looked at one of the walls, where RVD was currently posted next to Molly, and sighed. I pulled Molly off the wall and put her next to the Hurricane, and in her place I put Terri. Hmm… interesting…. Still, I'll think about RVD later, now I'm planning who gets who.
I pulled over a scrap of paper and wrote "Hunter gets Trish. Rocky gets Izzie" Scrunching the paper angrily into a ball, I threw it at the wall, where it bounced off Kurt Angle's head.
"Come on, Izzie," I told myself. "Be professional! You don't want to end up like Lillian!" I flinched at the memory of The Rock introducing his strudel to the world. Snigger. Back to fear. Then the phone rang, and it was HHH.
"If I like Dwayne, and Dwayne likes Steph, and Steph chases you, but you are after Trish, but Trish fancies Chris… that leaves Chris fancying nobody and me not being fancied by anyone." I said, a little downcast.
"so find out who he fancies, then" Hunter chuckled down the phone. "You're supposed to be on top of all the gossip!"
"Chris hangs around with…(flicking through my notebook of friends) …Lance Storm? Ok, Mission: Stalk Lance will be in full operation by tomorrow."
"Or you could just ask him"
"Yeah… that could work"
"Yep"
"Uh huh"
"So…"
"No"
"Aw, come on, Izzie! It'll be fun! You could do some research!"
"For what? How to totally flunk at flirting with Trish?" I said.
"Please? It'd be fun at a club…"
"Oh, alright" I said. "But you're paying."
******
As I slipped on a lilac dress, I stared at myself in the mirror. I sighed, and brushed my hair back. Like anyone WOULD fancy me. I was a short, tiny- chested scriptwriter who, until really recently, wore glasses and joggers. Why did I ever thing I had a chance with any of the wrestlers? God, I hate myself. Standing next to the beauties that the WWF had to offer all day really starts to negatively affect you.
I picked up my bag, and stuck my tongue out at my reflection.
"I'm a professional. Get over it!" I whispered to myself, before plastering on a fake smile and walking out to where Hunter was waiting with the hummer.
******
I looked around the room, half wishing that I hadn't bothered coming. My purple dress was itchy, and I was missing a whole load of interesting TV shows. Damnit. The only thing I can do now is get totally and utterly plastered. Looking around, I saw the majority of the locker room. Hunter didn't need me here. It was one of the private club rooms, and it was HUGE. There was even the new three, Marie, Nathan and.... wotsisname. I'm useless with names when I drink... But I probably shouldn't tell you about that.…
*****
Hunter looked around the room. He couldn't see Izzie anywhere, because by this time, she had crashed in a corner somewhere. He looked to where Stephanie was standing, trying to get his attention, and he walked in the other direction, looking for Trish. It wouldn't have mattered how hard he looked, she had gone home earlier. So to get away from the evil claws of the Billion dollar princess, he headed outside. The club was smoky and dark, and he needed to think. He sat on the wall and jumped at the sound of a female voice behind him.
*****
Marie jumped when the dominating figure of her idol, HHH sat on the wall. Nervously, she looked at his back, and had a quick debate on what to do.
"Hi"
HHH jumped around, and saw the new girl sitting on the wall, he smiled lightly. "It's very smoky in there, isn't it?"
"Yeah" she replied, flashing him a smile. He smiled back at her, and moved over next t where she was sitting. He liked to get to know all the new people, and this was as good a time as any.
*****
"And then Nathan and Chris have fallen out."
"Sounds tough" said HHH sympathetically. "Like being 'married' to Stephanie."
"I thought she would be nothing like her altar-ego" Marie mused.
"Trust me, Stephanie is a real bitch. She's been stalking me all night" HHH said, just as the door creaked open. Marie's eye widened, and HHH knew that it was Stephanie behind him. "And... you're just so pretty" HHH said, before pulling Marie into a rough, long kiss. Marie's shock was in benefit to them both, and HHH heard the sound of female heels scutling away from them. He let go of the new Diva, and smiled at her apologetically. "I'm sorry... Steph..."
"It's ok, It was quite nice actually"
"I have to agree with you there" Hunter said, leaning forward slightly. Marie kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around her cold body. He leaned her against the wall, and started to feel happy again... like the free man that he was.
*****
Hunter's kisses were sending shivers down Marie's spine. She could feel the heat of his body, the softness of his lips. She started unbuttoning Hunter's top, but another sense started to kick in. She could taste the alcohol on his breath. She pulled away. This was The Game, and she hardly knew him. It felt so right, but not when he was drunk. She didn't want him to think of her as another Stephanie.
"It's not right... we're drunk... you...I.... " she started, and she ran away. Hunter tried to follow her, but shame took over him. She would think he was easy and a bully, and the pretty young girl would want nothing to do with him anymore. He turned back and headed to his car, where he sat and thought, part thinking and part dreaming.
And part waiting for Izzie, who was lying in a drunken stupor in the club.
******
"That's right… Mary, Molly… whatever. I swear, Trish, I saw them!" Stephanie said to Trish.
Trish thought over this new information, but instead of feeling relieved, she felt a little on edge. This didn't feel right. She should be happy about it, instead, she felt threatened. She didn't even like HHH… so why did she feel so betrayed?
(The Real Circle: 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.
The TV Circle: Stephanie loves Hunter, Hunter loves Trish, Trish loves Chris, but Chris loves Stephanie. Izzie doesn't appear on TV, and The Rock has been cleverly cut out of it ;) (It's too confusing to remember!!))