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A few hours later, I end up back at the apartment. I pull out my spare key and unlock the door, walking in.
Scott's sitting there on the couch, channel surfing. Lita's nowhere in sight. Scott looks back over his shoulder. "Don't worry, Red left for the airport a little while ago. She was right, ya know."
I sit down. "Yeah, I guess she was."
"She said to tell you that she'll see you on Monday, and if she doesn't, you won't have to worry about finding another job. She'll hunt you down herself and kill you." Scott chuckles, "She's certainly got a temper."
I grin, "Yeah, you two certainly are a match."
He grins back. "Oh sure, you're just glad that you didn't get stuck with her."
"Damn straight." I take off his leather jacket, fishing my wallet, cell phone, and keys out of the pockets. "Thanks for lending me the coat."
"Oh, THAT'S where that went. I was barely conscious before you left."
"You are so useless before you get caffiene into you."
I walk into the arena and straight to Bitch-off's office. I still haven't returned his phone calls, or Stephanie's, or Vince's. As much as I hate to say it, my job in the WWE does mean a lot to me; I'd rather be here than in any other league. Maybe if WCW hadn't gone bankrupt. But it had, so I was stuck playing nice for now. Inwardly, I hoped that Bitch-off would get fired next week and Shane O Mac would come in to take his place. He at least would treat us like people instead of pawns on a chessboard.
I walk into his office, not even bothering to knock on the door. Instead of Bitch-off, that weasel, Morely is here. Well, he is the lesser of two evils. I hope.
Morely smirks. "Sooo, you finally decided to show up, eh?"
I decide to let my character take care of this one, and I put myself into the Chris Jericho mindset. "Well, the KING of the WORLD couldn't miss his own number one contender's match, now could he, Junior?"
"No, I guess not," His voice is filled with gloating pleasure, and I know that this can't be good. He tosses me a script. "Too bad that you're going to lose."
"What do you mean? I was scheduled to win."
"That was until you vanished without a trace for a week. Besides, Andrew is pissed. He wants a piece of you at No Way Out."
"I'll think about it." If Test wants to take some aggression out on me, fine. I walk of the room, heading towards my lockerroom to get ready for what is turning out to be a long night.
I watch from the rampway as Christian knocks Test into Stacy and she falls. I try my best to keep any sign of worry from my face. Shit, I hope she's okay.
Christian comes back up the ramp and we take off, our characters acting pleased with themselves. Once we're backstage, I shove Jay roughly into the wall and pin him there. "What the hell's your problem, man?!"
"Oww." Jay looks shocked. "Chris, I was told to make it look believable. It's not like Andrew put any weight on her."
"I don't care, Jay. If she's hurt, it's your ass."
His eyes light up a bit. "You like her."
"What?! No I don't! I. I'm just worried about her. I mean, I did hit her with a damn chair."
Andrew and Stacy walk down the stairs, his arm around her, supporting her a bit. One of her hands is on the back of her neck. I walk up to them. "Stace, are you okay? I'm sorry about Jay. he was trying to make it more believable."
Andrew looks like he's about to say something, but Stacy holds up her free hand. "Yeah Chris, I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy." She shakes her head, "I've gotta go sit down for a bit. Call me sometime this week, okay?"
"Y-Yeah, you got it."
"Cool. C'mon Andrew, I need to go lie down for a bit."
Andrew shoots me a dirty look, as they continue towards the exit. "See you in the ring, Irvine..."
I don't even bother to respond. Jay looks at me the second that they're out of earshot. "You DO like her, don't ya, Chris?"
"Jay, I've got a match to go get ready for." I turn and walk down the hallway. Yeah, I had to go get ready to lose the match that I'd been scheduled to win. I hoped that I'd have time to call Bitch-off's cell phone and harrass him. I smiled, Stone Cold Steve Austin was going to put him into such a foul mood.
Author's notes- I didn't plan on Chris having a crush on her when I started writing, but somehow, I got there anyways. Oh well. Also, I'm not going to have access to a compy until Tuesday or Wednesday night, so. Just warning you guys that my next few posts will be a while from now.
Oh, and I finally finished my Rey Mysterio/Edge fanfic that's based on events from months ago. And, I've started a really neat La Femme Nikita fic. I'll post if on ff.net if there's a category for it. I'm pretty sure that there is..
Well, that's about it. Kepp on reviewing!!!
~Holly
A few hours later, I end up back at the apartment. I pull out my spare key and unlock the door, walking in.
Scott's sitting there on the couch, channel surfing. Lita's nowhere in sight. Scott looks back over his shoulder. "Don't worry, Red left for the airport a little while ago. She was right, ya know."
I sit down. "Yeah, I guess she was."
"She said to tell you that she'll see you on Monday, and if she doesn't, you won't have to worry about finding another job. She'll hunt you down herself and kill you." Scott chuckles, "She's certainly got a temper."
I grin, "Yeah, you two certainly are a match."
He grins back. "Oh sure, you're just glad that you didn't get stuck with her."
"Damn straight." I take off his leather jacket, fishing my wallet, cell phone, and keys out of the pockets. "Thanks for lending me the coat."
"Oh, THAT'S where that went. I was barely conscious before you left."
"You are so useless before you get caffiene into you."
I walk into the arena and straight to Bitch-off's office. I still haven't returned his phone calls, or Stephanie's, or Vince's. As much as I hate to say it, my job in the WWE does mean a lot to me; I'd rather be here than in any other league. Maybe if WCW hadn't gone bankrupt. But it had, so I was stuck playing nice for now. Inwardly, I hoped that Bitch-off would get fired next week and Shane O Mac would come in to take his place. He at least would treat us like people instead of pawns on a chessboard.
I walk into his office, not even bothering to knock on the door. Instead of Bitch-off, that weasel, Morely is here. Well, he is the lesser of two evils. I hope.
Morely smirks. "Sooo, you finally decided to show up, eh?"
I decide to let my character take care of this one, and I put myself into the Chris Jericho mindset. "Well, the KING of the WORLD couldn't miss his own number one contender's match, now could he, Junior?"
"No, I guess not," His voice is filled with gloating pleasure, and I know that this can't be good. He tosses me a script. "Too bad that you're going to lose."
"What do you mean? I was scheduled to win."
"That was until you vanished without a trace for a week. Besides, Andrew is pissed. He wants a piece of you at No Way Out."
"I'll think about it." If Test wants to take some aggression out on me, fine. I walk of the room, heading towards my lockerroom to get ready for what is turning out to be a long night.
I watch from the rampway as Christian knocks Test into Stacy and she falls. I try my best to keep any sign of worry from my face. Shit, I hope she's okay.
Christian comes back up the ramp and we take off, our characters acting pleased with themselves. Once we're backstage, I shove Jay roughly into the wall and pin him there. "What the hell's your problem, man?!"
"Oww." Jay looks shocked. "Chris, I was told to make it look believable. It's not like Andrew put any weight on her."
"I don't care, Jay. If she's hurt, it's your ass."
His eyes light up a bit. "You like her."
"What?! No I don't! I. I'm just worried about her. I mean, I did hit her with a damn chair."
Andrew and Stacy walk down the stairs, his arm around her, supporting her a bit. One of her hands is on the back of her neck. I walk up to them. "Stace, are you okay? I'm sorry about Jay. he was trying to make it more believable."
Andrew looks like he's about to say something, but Stacy holds up her free hand. "Yeah Chris, I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy." She shakes her head, "I've gotta go sit down for a bit. Call me sometime this week, okay?"
"Y-Yeah, you got it."
"Cool. C'mon Andrew, I need to go lie down for a bit."
Andrew shoots me a dirty look, as they continue towards the exit. "See you in the ring, Irvine..."
I don't even bother to respond. Jay looks at me the second that they're out of earshot. "You DO like her, don't ya, Chris?"
"Jay, I've got a match to go get ready for." I turn and walk down the hallway. Yeah, I had to go get ready to lose the match that I'd been scheduled to win. I hoped that I'd have time to call Bitch-off's cell phone and harrass him. I smiled, Stone Cold Steve Austin was going to put him into such a foul mood.
Author's notes- I didn't plan on Chris having a crush on her when I started writing, but somehow, I got there anyways. Oh well. Also, I'm not going to have access to a compy until Tuesday or Wednesday night, so. Just warning you guys that my next few posts will be a while from now.
Oh, and I finally finished my Rey Mysterio/Edge fanfic that's based on events from months ago. And, I've started a really neat La Femme Nikita fic. I'll post if on ff.net if there's a category for it. I'm pretty sure that there is..
Well, that's about it. Kepp on reviewing!!!
~Holly