James sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was 4:56am, and someone or something was making noises in the room next door. Climbing out of bed, he opened the door leading to Steph and Christie's room and saw the balcony door open. Steph was leaning on the railing, her head tilted up. Sensing something behind her, she turned around and he walked up to her. "What are you doing up?" She asked as he leaned on the railing next to her. He poked her in the side. "Your noisy ass woke me up." She laughed and smiled apologetically. "Sorry.. I couldn't sleep and Christie is dead to the world, so I came out here." James nodded. "Yeah... Nick's in there snoring his ass off." Steph giggled.
"Hey.. are you hungry?" She asked, feeling her own stomach rumble. He started to shake his head, then changed his mind. "Now that ya mention it, yeah." She nodded. "Well, we gotta be out of here by 7:30 if we're catching that plane to Miami, so we may as well go make something now." James smirked. "I don't cook." Laughing, Steph grabbed his arm. "You do now!" They walked in the kitchen together, and Steph started pulling things out of the fridge. "Okay, we can make omelets, French toast, or..." She frowned. "Cereal." James picked up the box of cereal, that was some health oat bran kind that had been left there by the room's previous occupiers. He threw it in the garbage. "Well then...I guess cereal is out." He looked down at her. "Would you really have eaten that anyway?" She pretended to think a minute. "Nope." "Okay then."
Picking up the eggs, cheese, diced tomatoes, and sausages, Steph headed over to the cutting board. While James took out the stuff for French toast, Steph cut up the sausages and threw everything but the eggs into a bowl, and James took out a frying pan. At that exact moment James picked up the metal frying pan, Steph jumped backwards, seeing a spider on the counter. A loud clang was heard as James dropped the frying pan. Nick stuck his head through the door sleepily and saw the frying pan on the floor and Steph and James in the kitchen. "Isn't it a little early for Hardcore matches?" He asked, yawning. Steph started to say something when James put his hand over Steph's mouth and slipped a penny into her pocket, rolling his eyes. Nick looked questioningly at James but he just shook his head and said, "Don't ask man, don't ask." Nick nodded.
Just then, Christie walked out into the kitchen in a slim cotton sleep shirt, still half asleep. "Oh good...breakfast." She mumbled, biting into a piece of egg soaked bread that would have been French toast, had a furry little eight legged creature not scared Steph out of her mind. She spit the soggy bread out and glared up the three in the kitchen. "Normal people usually COOK things like that." She grumbled, spitting a few more times in the sink and finally starting to wake up. "Normal people usually realize that when a piece of bread is soaked in egg and it's not cooked, it shouldn't be eaten." James replied, slapping her on the back as she coughed. Christie stuck her tongue out, now fully awake.
Nick looked at the uncooked food that lay abandoned on the counter. "I'm guessing you two went to make breakfast and decided it was better raw?" Again James sighed and threw a penny at Steph, catching the look on her face. She grinned. Nick surveyed the mess a second time and mentioned the free continental breakfast in the hotels lobby. "Oops." Steph said sheepishly. Christie rolled her eyes.
Once breakfast had been eaten, the room had been cleaned up, Steph and Christie had gotten into an egg fight, the egg was cleaned up, and everyone had had showers and gotten dressed, they went down to check out and met Vince in the lobby. "Hi Mr. McMahon!" Steph greeted cheerfully. "Hey Steph. Listen, I want to see you all tomorrow... It's a matter of your contracts." Steph nodded. "Sure... Where would you like us to meet you?" Vince thought a moment, then handed Steph a card to a restaurant. "Here.. I'll see you guys at 2:00 for Lunch." "We'll be there!" She smiled. Vince nodded and left, leaving in a long stretch limo.
"That guy is so rich he makes me sick." James muttered. "Tell me about it." Nick agreed, watching him go. "Anyway," Steph started getting up, "rich or not, he's our boss, at least until Sunday. Hopefully longer. But now we've got a plane to catch." "Come on.. let's go." Christie sighed, longing to go back to bed.
~~ On the plane ~~
"Tajiri, your in my seat!" Terri whined, intending to sit with Chris Jericho and flirt like crazy. Chris looked sick and begged Tajiri with his eyes to stay the hell where he was. Tajiri said a few words in rapid Japanese, smiled at Chris, and got up and moved to a different seat. Terri sat down and Chris slumped down in his seat miserably.
Across the isle, the Undertaker and Kane were looking at a magazine together, and five seats back Steph was glaring at his head. Christie poked Steph in the arm, but got no response. She poked her a second time, then a third, but still Steph glared, watching Undertaker's every movement like a hawk. "Steph!" Christie said loudly. Steph still didn't acknowledge her, so James leaned over and bopped her on the head. "Ow!" Steph cried, putting her hand on her head and shooting a go-to-hell look at James. "As I was saying before you decided to have a glaring contest with the back of the Dead Man's head..." Christie began, annoyed. Steph sighed.
"So what do you think Vance wants to talk to us about?" Nick asked James, who was playing with a Rubex Cube. Frustrated, James threw the multicolored puzzle cube... and watched it hit a stewardess in the back of the head. She spun around and James shrunk down in his seat, trying not to laugh out loud. Once the pissed stewardess was gone, James sat up and turned to Nick. "I dunno man, but I'm hoping he's gonna extend our contracts." Nick nodded thoughtfully. "That's the only reason I can see.. but then again he could just want to bribe us to give back the titles. There's nothing in our contracts saying we cant retire with them." James smirked. "I like bribes." Nick rolled his eyes and punched him in the shoulder, so James punched back. Both swung at each other 'playfully' until Kat, who was in the seat behind them, broke them up and hissed, "Stop it! You two are going to cause turbulence!", which got them both to laugh and start talking again.
Back where the girls were sitting, Christie had finished yakking Steph's ear off about a guy back home and had fallen asleep. Steph smiled affectionately and tossed a blanket over her. "Chatter box." She whispered fondly. After staring out the window for a few minutes, Steph got up, intending to go to the bathroom and play with her hair out of sheer boredom. As she moved cautiously up the narrow isle ("Ow! Watch where you step!" Ivory whined to her.) Steph noticed that Kane had moved into a seat with Chris Benoit, and Undertaker was sitting by himself. She also noticed he was staring intently at her. Uncomfortably, she started past him, but didn't get two steps ahead before he grabbed her and jerked her down into the seat next to him. She opened her mouth to yell but he quickly covered it with a large hand. "Shut up." He warned. "I have to talk to you."
Intrigued, Steph nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth. "Do that one more time and I'll cut your fucking hand off." She spat, but without as much fire as she would have normally. She wanted to hear what he had to say. He smirked and pretended to shake in mock fear. "I'm terrified. Listen, I want to talk to you. I know what Vince has planned for you four and it's big. But I have something planned too, bigger than anything you can imagine. I don't like you, I think your a bitch. But I like your spunk. Now, meet me here tomorrow night, and I'll tell you everything." He said handing her a slip of paper with an address and a time written on it.
"Come alone... Your career is on the line." He added. She started to ask what the hell he was talking about, but Kane came up behind her (mask and all) and indicated she should move out of his seat. She turned to look at him, and Taker took that moment to shove her out of the seat. Kane caught her arm and damn near picked her up and moved her out of his way and sat down. Taker leaned over and snapped, "Tell anyone about this and there WILL be hell to pay." Unsure of what to do, Steph turned and walked back to her seat. She sat down and eyed the paper, wondering what it was all about, and what would happen if she went.
"Hey.. what was that all about?" James asked, leaning over. She jumped a little. "What was what all about?" She said, playing dumb. James rolled his eyes. "You sitting with the American Dumb Ass over there.. you two seemed to have a heated conversation going." He answered, slightly suspiciously. Steph opened her mouth to tell him everything, but catching Taker's eye, she stopped. "Oh... He just.. Wanted to tell me that I wouldn't have my title much longer, he was gonna kick my ass, yadda yadda yadda. You know, just a bunch of BS." She lied. He cocked his head to the side. The Steph he knew would have made a hell of a scene, probably even starting a fight right there on the plane. James opened his mouth to say something, but Nick leaned over curiously and asked what was going on. "All up in the Kool-Aid and ya don't even know what flavor it is." Steph teased.
"Ahhh, shutcha mouth." He tossed back playfully. Happy the attention was diverted from her little rendezvous with the Undertaker, Steph stuck her tongue out, unaware that a mere 9 feet in front of her, two pairs of eyes were watching her every move and contemplating her future.
Authors Notes: Sup!? Yes, her Royal Laziness has gotten another chapter up. It's not much, really just a filler chapter until our meeting with Vince and stuff. Will he lengthen our contracts? Bribe us? Fire us and produce new titles? Ahhh, I love suspense. Well, unless I'M the one in suspense. Then it drives me crazy :). But anyway, I'm off to begin working on the next chapter. I WILL FINISH THIS, I SWEAR!!
-begins singing 'I Swear' by the loverly Boyz II Men- Bye now!
Authors Notes II: By the way, I dunno what the hell happened with the text in chapter 11, but I fixed it. That shit was straight up WEIRD. :S
"Hey.. are you hungry?" She asked, feeling her own stomach rumble. He started to shake his head, then changed his mind. "Now that ya mention it, yeah." She nodded. "Well, we gotta be out of here by 7:30 if we're catching that plane to Miami, so we may as well go make something now." James smirked. "I don't cook." Laughing, Steph grabbed his arm. "You do now!" They walked in the kitchen together, and Steph started pulling things out of the fridge. "Okay, we can make omelets, French toast, or..." She frowned. "Cereal." James picked up the box of cereal, that was some health oat bran kind that had been left there by the room's previous occupiers. He threw it in the garbage. "Well then...I guess cereal is out." He looked down at her. "Would you really have eaten that anyway?" She pretended to think a minute. "Nope." "Okay then."
Picking up the eggs, cheese, diced tomatoes, and sausages, Steph headed over to the cutting board. While James took out the stuff for French toast, Steph cut up the sausages and threw everything but the eggs into a bowl, and James took out a frying pan. At that exact moment James picked up the metal frying pan, Steph jumped backwards, seeing a spider on the counter. A loud clang was heard as James dropped the frying pan. Nick stuck his head through the door sleepily and saw the frying pan on the floor and Steph and James in the kitchen. "Isn't it a little early for Hardcore matches?" He asked, yawning. Steph started to say something when James put his hand over Steph's mouth and slipped a penny into her pocket, rolling his eyes. Nick looked questioningly at James but he just shook his head and said, "Don't ask man, don't ask." Nick nodded.
Just then, Christie walked out into the kitchen in a slim cotton sleep shirt, still half asleep. "Oh good...breakfast." She mumbled, biting into a piece of egg soaked bread that would have been French toast, had a furry little eight legged creature not scared Steph out of her mind. She spit the soggy bread out and glared up the three in the kitchen. "Normal people usually COOK things like that." She grumbled, spitting a few more times in the sink and finally starting to wake up. "Normal people usually realize that when a piece of bread is soaked in egg and it's not cooked, it shouldn't be eaten." James replied, slapping her on the back as she coughed. Christie stuck her tongue out, now fully awake.
Nick looked at the uncooked food that lay abandoned on the counter. "I'm guessing you two went to make breakfast and decided it was better raw?" Again James sighed and threw a penny at Steph, catching the look on her face. She grinned. Nick surveyed the mess a second time and mentioned the free continental breakfast in the hotels lobby. "Oops." Steph said sheepishly. Christie rolled her eyes.
Once breakfast had been eaten, the room had been cleaned up, Steph and Christie had gotten into an egg fight, the egg was cleaned up, and everyone had had showers and gotten dressed, they went down to check out and met Vince in the lobby. "Hi Mr. McMahon!" Steph greeted cheerfully. "Hey Steph. Listen, I want to see you all tomorrow... It's a matter of your contracts." Steph nodded. "Sure... Where would you like us to meet you?" Vince thought a moment, then handed Steph a card to a restaurant. "Here.. I'll see you guys at 2:00 for Lunch." "We'll be there!" She smiled. Vince nodded and left, leaving in a long stretch limo.
"That guy is so rich he makes me sick." James muttered. "Tell me about it." Nick agreed, watching him go. "Anyway," Steph started getting up, "rich or not, he's our boss, at least until Sunday. Hopefully longer. But now we've got a plane to catch." "Come on.. let's go." Christie sighed, longing to go back to bed.
~~ On the plane ~~
"Tajiri, your in my seat!" Terri whined, intending to sit with Chris Jericho and flirt like crazy. Chris looked sick and begged Tajiri with his eyes to stay the hell where he was. Tajiri said a few words in rapid Japanese, smiled at Chris, and got up and moved to a different seat. Terri sat down and Chris slumped down in his seat miserably.
Across the isle, the Undertaker and Kane were looking at a magazine together, and five seats back Steph was glaring at his head. Christie poked Steph in the arm, but got no response. She poked her a second time, then a third, but still Steph glared, watching Undertaker's every movement like a hawk. "Steph!" Christie said loudly. Steph still didn't acknowledge her, so James leaned over and bopped her on the head. "Ow!" Steph cried, putting her hand on her head and shooting a go-to-hell look at James. "As I was saying before you decided to have a glaring contest with the back of the Dead Man's head..." Christie began, annoyed. Steph sighed.
"So what do you think Vance wants to talk to us about?" Nick asked James, who was playing with a Rubex Cube. Frustrated, James threw the multicolored puzzle cube... and watched it hit a stewardess in the back of the head. She spun around and James shrunk down in his seat, trying not to laugh out loud. Once the pissed stewardess was gone, James sat up and turned to Nick. "I dunno man, but I'm hoping he's gonna extend our contracts." Nick nodded thoughtfully. "That's the only reason I can see.. but then again he could just want to bribe us to give back the titles. There's nothing in our contracts saying we cant retire with them." James smirked. "I like bribes." Nick rolled his eyes and punched him in the shoulder, so James punched back. Both swung at each other 'playfully' until Kat, who was in the seat behind them, broke them up and hissed, "Stop it! You two are going to cause turbulence!", which got them both to laugh and start talking again.
Back where the girls were sitting, Christie had finished yakking Steph's ear off about a guy back home and had fallen asleep. Steph smiled affectionately and tossed a blanket over her. "Chatter box." She whispered fondly. After staring out the window for a few minutes, Steph got up, intending to go to the bathroom and play with her hair out of sheer boredom. As she moved cautiously up the narrow isle ("Ow! Watch where you step!" Ivory whined to her.) Steph noticed that Kane had moved into a seat with Chris Benoit, and Undertaker was sitting by himself. She also noticed he was staring intently at her. Uncomfortably, she started past him, but didn't get two steps ahead before he grabbed her and jerked her down into the seat next to him. She opened her mouth to yell but he quickly covered it with a large hand. "Shut up." He warned. "I have to talk to you."
Intrigued, Steph nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth. "Do that one more time and I'll cut your fucking hand off." She spat, but without as much fire as she would have normally. She wanted to hear what he had to say. He smirked and pretended to shake in mock fear. "I'm terrified. Listen, I want to talk to you. I know what Vince has planned for you four and it's big. But I have something planned too, bigger than anything you can imagine. I don't like you, I think your a bitch. But I like your spunk. Now, meet me here tomorrow night, and I'll tell you everything." He said handing her a slip of paper with an address and a time written on it.
"Come alone... Your career is on the line." He added. She started to ask what the hell he was talking about, but Kane came up behind her (mask and all) and indicated she should move out of his seat. She turned to look at him, and Taker took that moment to shove her out of the seat. Kane caught her arm and damn near picked her up and moved her out of his way and sat down. Taker leaned over and snapped, "Tell anyone about this and there WILL be hell to pay." Unsure of what to do, Steph turned and walked back to her seat. She sat down and eyed the paper, wondering what it was all about, and what would happen if she went.
"Hey.. what was that all about?" James asked, leaning over. She jumped a little. "What was what all about?" She said, playing dumb. James rolled his eyes. "You sitting with the American Dumb Ass over there.. you two seemed to have a heated conversation going." He answered, slightly suspiciously. Steph opened her mouth to tell him everything, but catching Taker's eye, she stopped. "Oh... He just.. Wanted to tell me that I wouldn't have my title much longer, he was gonna kick my ass, yadda yadda yadda. You know, just a bunch of BS." She lied. He cocked his head to the side. The Steph he knew would have made a hell of a scene, probably even starting a fight right there on the plane. James opened his mouth to say something, but Nick leaned over curiously and asked what was going on. "All up in the Kool-Aid and ya don't even know what flavor it is." Steph teased.
"Ahhh, shutcha mouth." He tossed back playfully. Happy the attention was diverted from her little rendezvous with the Undertaker, Steph stuck her tongue out, unaware that a mere 9 feet in front of her, two pairs of eyes were watching her every move and contemplating her future.
Authors Notes: Sup!? Yes, her Royal Laziness has gotten another chapter up. It's not much, really just a filler chapter until our meeting with Vince and stuff. Will he lengthen our contracts? Bribe us? Fire us and produce new titles? Ahhh, I love suspense. Well, unless I'M the one in suspense. Then it drives me crazy :). But anyway, I'm off to begin working on the next chapter. I WILL FINISH THIS, I SWEAR!!
-begins singing 'I Swear' by the loverly Boyz II Men- Bye now!
Authors Notes II: By the way, I dunno what the hell happened with the text in chapter 11, but I fixed it. That shit was straight up WEIRD. :S