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-Helmsley and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you!
Chapter 7: //Ring-Ring//
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"Mr McMahon," I said, tentatively. "Here I have the script for the end of the cove circle angle…"
I had just gone up to Vince's office, and my bag weighed a ton. The superior look on his face clearly showed that he was expecting about five sheets of paper. He just about fainted when I handed over the one hundred and seventy two. Hey, I was high on caffeine, remember?
"Miss Laeman, THAT's the script?" he asked.
"It will last about four or five months, but yes." I said, trying not to burst out into laughter. "The WWF needs this story, and this was the only way I could give you it."
Vince picked up one of he sheets of paper, and started reading it. His eyes lit up, and a small smile played across his face. "This is very good, Miss Laeman, VERY good."
I smiled, victorious.
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"One confrontation down, one to go!" I said to myself, happily.
Today I was going to thank Dwayne for his flowers. I got them yesterday, so he wouldn't think I was being too pushy, right? Anyway, I persuaded Julie to tell me what room Dwayne was staying in; she's in charge of organising hotels, flights, rentals… that kind of thing. Anyway, she told me what hotel and room he was in, and I left for there, feeling much more confident than if I hadn't already faced McMahon.
I was wearing baggy jeans, and a purple midriff top. I felt confident as I saw my reflection in the mirrors of the lift, and knew that nothing would or could go wrong.
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Reaching the third floor, I set off, looking for room 317. This hotel seemed to be labelled wrongly; I can never navigate hotels, particularly when the numbers are seemingly all jumbled up.
Finally, I found room 317. OhMyGod, OhMyGod, OhMyGod! Panic stations! *Izzie, he likes you, that's why you're here!* I told myself. Like that did much good. I stood outside and breathed deeply. I lifted my fist to knock, but before I did, the door opened, and my world crumbled around me. Stephanie had opened the door, and she looked more than at home.
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"What do you want?" she asked me in that hoity-toity voice of hers.
"I, err… I wanted to tell you that the 'love circle' storyline is completed for the next few months." I said, still trying to register what I was seeing. Then it got worse. Dwayne came up to the door, and wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling at me.
"Hi, Izzie" he said.
"Hi Dwayne" I managed, hurt deeply.
"And?" Stephanie demanded. I needed to think fast, Dwayne was kissing her neck and I really did not want to see that.
"Well, we won't need you at Smack Down tonight. But I was thinking maybe you could come and discuss it with me, seeing as how you are such an integral part of the story." I said. I wasn't planning to be at Smack Down. Not now, anyway.
"Alright" said Stephanie. "Bye!"
"Goodbye, Izzie" said Dwayne, in his melting voice.
"Bye" I said, and managed a smile as I walked away, crushed totally. But before I could run off, someone else cornered me, wanting to discuss the NWO, Running out of room 316, who else would it be other than Stone Cold? So I had to halt my emotions for ten minutes until Mr Steve Williams had finished talking to me. That was a nightmare. Steve kept saying "what?" I'm sorry for Debra.
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"Dear Diary,
I made it to my car before I burst into tears. I felt safe crying in there, I had tinted windows. Not very grown up to cry and all that, but I really thought I had a chance with Dwayne. Perhaps I should just move on and find myself a regular guy? Someone… normal.
But I don't want normal. I want Dwayne.
Izzie"
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//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
"Hi, you have reached Izzie Laeman. Sorry, but I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message."
Sitting at home with a tub of Ben a Jerry's, watching some tragic love film on the TV.
"Izzie… Izzie, I know you're there. Pick up the phone, Fire!" It was Paul. I scrambled over to the wireless phone and picked it up.
"Hi Paul" I said, sitting back down with my chocolaty goodness.
"Izzie, where are you, you're supposed to be here!" he said.
"Look, it's not in my contract that I have to come to the arena. I worked late last night and I want to sit here with my chocolate ice cream." I told him.
"Chocolate ice cream? Iz, what happened?" Paul asked. He was more of a girl than some of the other bookers I know.
"Just leave me alone, Paul" I said.
"Wait, Stephanie is kicking up a fuss, saying you wanted to meet her." Paul said. "What is going on?"
I slammed the phone down. Paul should know it's a delicate subject at the moment. Maybe he isn't so much of a girl.
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"Hey, Paul, what's up?" Chris asked. Hunter was angrily walking backwards and forwards in the room. They were fighting tonight, and were supposed to be discussing the match.
"Izzie" he replied. "There's something up with her. Can you try talking to her?"
"Sure" Chris said. "I'll call her from my room"
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//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-// Go away, Paul!" I yelled down the phone.
"Nice to speak with you, too, Fire" said a different voice.
"Sorry Chris, I'm not in the mood to chat today."
"Well you will" he said. "Or I will come up there and kick your cute little ass all the way to Canada!"
"It doesn't matter, Chris." I said.
"It does. Spill. I won't laugh." He said.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"You're going to think I am such an idiot, Chris. I got flowers, signed from J. I thought it was J as in Johnson, The Rock. Anyway, they were so lovely I decided to go round there and see him to thank him for them. The card sounded something like he would say. And then I get there, and Stephanie and Dwayne have their own private love nest." I said, tears welling in my eyes. "I am so dense! It was probably Stephanie playing one of her sick games with me again."
"It wasn't" Chris said, his voice strangely high and squeaky.
"Pardon?"
"It wasn't Stephanie messing with you." Chris said.
"Hang on, if it wasn't Stephanie, who sent them, then?" I asked Chris. There was a slight pause. "Chris?"
"Me"
I sat there, shocked. Chris? It couldn't be Chris, he was Chris Irvine, not J. He was Y2… OhMyGod!!! It was HIM! Y2J! J for Jericho!! I was so sure that it was Dwayne, I had blinded myself. All the times he had spoken to me in the corridors and the office, all the times he had been so nice to me. It made sense now!
"Izzie?" I heard Chris say, back in his irregularly high voice.
"I've got to go, Chris." I said, sounding rather distant. "I'll speak with you later."
"Alright, Iz." He said. "And for what it's worth, you didn't sound idiotic."
"Thanks." I said, and hung up.
Why is my life so ridiculously difficult?!
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(The Real Circle (and progress report;) : Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter (still bad), Hunter loves Trish (still very good), Trish loves Chris Jericho (ended), Chris Jericho loves Izzie (turn for ?better?), Izzie loves The Rock (went very bad), and The Rock loves Stephanie (good).
Place your votes for who gets who on TV now!!! (LoL)
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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-Helmsley and Keilrules! Thanks for standing by me! This one's for you!
Chapter 7: //Ring-Ring//
******
"Mr McMahon," I said, tentatively. "Here I have the script for the end of the cove circle angle…"
I had just gone up to Vince's office, and my bag weighed a ton. The superior look on his face clearly showed that he was expecting about five sheets of paper. He just about fainted when I handed over the one hundred and seventy two. Hey, I was high on caffeine, remember?
"Miss Laeman, THAT's the script?" he asked.
"It will last about four or five months, but yes." I said, trying not to burst out into laughter. "The WWF needs this story, and this was the only way I could give you it."
Vince picked up one of he sheets of paper, and started reading it. His eyes lit up, and a small smile played across his face. "This is very good, Miss Laeman, VERY good."
I smiled, victorious.
******
"One confrontation down, one to go!" I said to myself, happily.
Today I was going to thank Dwayne for his flowers. I got them yesterday, so he wouldn't think I was being too pushy, right? Anyway, I persuaded Julie to tell me what room Dwayne was staying in; she's in charge of organising hotels, flights, rentals… that kind of thing. Anyway, she told me what hotel and room he was in, and I left for there, feeling much more confident than if I hadn't already faced McMahon.
I was wearing baggy jeans, and a purple midriff top. I felt confident as I saw my reflection in the mirrors of the lift, and knew that nothing would or could go wrong.
******
Reaching the third floor, I set off, looking for room 317. This hotel seemed to be labelled wrongly; I can never navigate hotels, particularly when the numbers are seemingly all jumbled up.
Finally, I found room 317. OhMyGod, OhMyGod, OhMyGod! Panic stations! *Izzie, he likes you, that's why you're here!* I told myself. Like that did much good. I stood outside and breathed deeply. I lifted my fist to knock, but before I did, the door opened, and my world crumbled around me. Stephanie had opened the door, and she looked more than at home.
******
"What do you want?" she asked me in that hoity-toity voice of hers.
"I, err… I wanted to tell you that the 'love circle' storyline is completed for the next few months." I said, still trying to register what I was seeing. Then it got worse. Dwayne came up to the door, and wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling at me.
"Hi, Izzie" he said.
"Hi Dwayne" I managed, hurt deeply.
"And?" Stephanie demanded. I needed to think fast, Dwayne was kissing her neck and I really did not want to see that.
"Well, we won't need you at Smack Down tonight. But I was thinking maybe you could come and discuss it with me, seeing as how you are such an integral part of the story." I said. I wasn't planning to be at Smack Down. Not now, anyway.
"Alright" said Stephanie. "Bye!"
"Goodbye, Izzie" said Dwayne, in his melting voice.
"Bye" I said, and managed a smile as I walked away, crushed totally. But before I could run off, someone else cornered me, wanting to discuss the NWO, Running out of room 316, who else would it be other than Stone Cold? So I had to halt my emotions for ten minutes until Mr Steve Williams had finished talking to me. That was a nightmare. Steve kept saying "what?" I'm sorry for Debra.
******
"Dear Diary,
I made it to my car before I burst into tears. I felt safe crying in there, I had tinted windows. Not very grown up to cry and all that, but I really thought I had a chance with Dwayne. Perhaps I should just move on and find myself a regular guy? Someone… normal.
But I don't want normal. I want Dwayne.
Izzie"
******
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
"Hi, you have reached Izzie Laeman. Sorry, but I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message."
Sitting at home with a tub of Ben a Jerry's, watching some tragic love film on the TV.
"Izzie… Izzie, I know you're there. Pick up the phone, Fire!" It was Paul. I scrambled over to the wireless phone and picked it up.
"Hi Paul" I said, sitting back down with my chocolaty goodness.
"Izzie, where are you, you're supposed to be here!" he said.
"Look, it's not in my contract that I have to come to the arena. I worked late last night and I want to sit here with my chocolate ice cream." I told him.
"Chocolate ice cream? Iz, what happened?" Paul asked. He was more of a girl than some of the other bookers I know.
"Just leave me alone, Paul" I said.
"Wait, Stephanie is kicking up a fuss, saying you wanted to meet her." Paul said. "What is going on?"
I slammed the phone down. Paul should know it's a delicate subject at the moment. Maybe he isn't so much of a girl.
******
"Hey, Paul, what's up?" Chris asked. Hunter was angrily walking backwards and forwards in the room. They were fighting tonight, and were supposed to be discussing the match.
"Izzie" he replied. "There's something up with her. Can you try talking to her?"
"Sure" Chris said. "I'll call her from my room"
******
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-Ring//
//Ring-// Go away, Paul!" I yelled down the phone.
"Nice to speak with you, too, Fire" said a different voice.
"Sorry Chris, I'm not in the mood to chat today."
"Well you will" he said. "Or I will come up there and kick your cute little ass all the way to Canada!"
"It doesn't matter, Chris." I said.
"It does. Spill. I won't laugh." He said.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"You're going to think I am such an idiot, Chris. I got flowers, signed from J. I thought it was J as in Johnson, The Rock. Anyway, they were so lovely I decided to go round there and see him to thank him for them. The card sounded something like he would say. And then I get there, and Stephanie and Dwayne have their own private love nest." I said, tears welling in my eyes. "I am so dense! It was probably Stephanie playing one of her sick games with me again."
"It wasn't" Chris said, his voice strangely high and squeaky.
"Pardon?"
"It wasn't Stephanie messing with you." Chris said.
"Hang on, if it wasn't Stephanie, who sent them, then?" I asked Chris. There was a slight pause. "Chris?"
"Me"
I sat there, shocked. Chris? It couldn't be Chris, he was Chris Irvine, not J. He was Y2… OhMyGod!!! It was HIM! Y2J! J for Jericho!! I was so sure that it was Dwayne, I had blinded myself. All the times he had spoken to me in the corridors and the office, all the times he had been so nice to me. It made sense now!
"Izzie?" I heard Chris say, back in his irregularly high voice.
"I've got to go, Chris." I said, sounding rather distant. "I'll speak with you later."
"Alright, Iz." He said. "And for what it's worth, you didn't sound idiotic."
"Thanks." I said, and hung up.
Why is my life so ridiculously difficult?!
******
(The Real Circle (and progress report;) : Hunter and Izzie are friends. Stephanie loves Hunter (still bad), Hunter loves Trish (still very good), Trish loves Chris Jericho (ended), Chris Jericho loves Izzie (turn for ?better?), Izzie loves The Rock (went very bad), and The Rock loves Stephanie (good).
Place your votes for who gets who on TV now!!! (LoL)
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