Down And Out Down Under Chapter Three: Hotel Trouble.
Disclaimer: I own Neo and all minor characters. WWE owns Chris Jericho.
Neo walked up to the front desk in the large foyer.
"Hello, I would like to check in"
A young woman looked up from her desk. "Excuse me," she asked in an obnoxious tone and looked over Neo's red dreads and cut-up top.
"I would like to check in," Neo said firmly.
"Oh, name?" the lady asked still sounding put off by Neo's appearance and now her tone.
"Neo Sinclaire."
The lady looked down at the computer screen, "ah you're in room 319, here is your key. Would you like me to get the bell boy?"
"No, I will be ok," Neo said as she walked across to the elevator and went to the second floor.
Neo opened the door to her room. She was so tired and her tryout with EWP was in a few hours, so she decided to get some sleep.
Neo was awakened by the sound of a door being raddled. She suddenly realized it was hers and she had forgotten to lock it. She tried to get up and lock it but was paralyzed by fear.
She could hear the wind howling like trapped souls screaming for release and was taken to images of the past. Of a small girl who's screams were muffled by the knife of a man invading her innocence. Neo could still feel the scar on her lip.
Suddenly the door opened and the light turned on. Neo eyes widened, as there stood a tall man with long blonde hair that Neo, although never met, knew all too well.
"Oh wrong room," he said in his perfect Canadian accent.
"Yeah I would say so," Neo replied with a smile.
"I was wondering why the door was unlocked."
"Well Mr. Irvine," Neo asked in her most formal voice, trying not to laugh, "what room are you suppose to be in?"
"I think 318, wait you just called me Mr. Irvine," he asked shocked.
"Yeah," Neo replied, "you are Chris Irvine, also known as WWE superstar Chris Jericho, Y2J, The Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, The King of the World."
"Yes, yes, yes," Chris said, "Keep it quiet. You're not one of those crazed fans are you?"
"Fan yes, crazed no," Neo said laughing. "I'm just like you were probably a few years ago, a young rookie trying to get into the business."
"Cool, are you going to Global Warning?'
"Yep and I got pretty good seats too."
"Well, I might see you around," Chris said and flashed a cheeky smile as he turned the light off and left.
Neo smiled, she couldn't believe what had happened. She had met Chris Jericho. The best arse and eyes in sports entertainment had been in her room.
A knock at the door shook her out of her trance. She wrapped the sheet around her and opened the door.
"Sorry to disturb you again but I still can't find my room," Chris asked, looking quite embarrassed.
"Next door down."
"Thanks. By the way what's you name or do I have to call you 'woman in a bed sheet'?" He laughed.
Neo blushed, "Neo, Neo Sinclaire."
"Well Neo Sinclaire, I shall see you later."
"Goodnight Mr. Irvine"
"Please, call me Chris," he said as he unlocked and entered his room.
Neo closed the door and made sure it was locked. She laid back down to get some sleep but all she could see was those eyes and smile.
Suddenly her thoughts turned to Joel lying in the hospital bed.
She started to cry and slowly fell asleep.
Disclaimer: I own Neo and all minor characters. WWE owns Chris Jericho.
Neo walked up to the front desk in the large foyer.
"Hello, I would like to check in"
A young woman looked up from her desk. "Excuse me," she asked in an obnoxious tone and looked over Neo's red dreads and cut-up top.
"I would like to check in," Neo said firmly.
"Oh, name?" the lady asked still sounding put off by Neo's appearance and now her tone.
"Neo Sinclaire."
The lady looked down at the computer screen, "ah you're in room 319, here is your key. Would you like me to get the bell boy?"
"No, I will be ok," Neo said as she walked across to the elevator and went to the second floor.
Neo opened the door to her room. She was so tired and her tryout with EWP was in a few hours, so she decided to get some sleep.
Neo was awakened by the sound of a door being raddled. She suddenly realized it was hers and she had forgotten to lock it. She tried to get up and lock it but was paralyzed by fear.
She could hear the wind howling like trapped souls screaming for release and was taken to images of the past. Of a small girl who's screams were muffled by the knife of a man invading her innocence. Neo could still feel the scar on her lip.
Suddenly the door opened and the light turned on. Neo eyes widened, as there stood a tall man with long blonde hair that Neo, although never met, knew all too well.
"Oh wrong room," he said in his perfect Canadian accent.
"Yeah I would say so," Neo replied with a smile.
"I was wondering why the door was unlocked."
"Well Mr. Irvine," Neo asked in her most formal voice, trying not to laugh, "what room are you suppose to be in?"
"I think 318, wait you just called me Mr. Irvine," he asked shocked.
"Yeah," Neo replied, "you are Chris Irvine, also known as WWE superstar Chris Jericho, Y2J, The Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, The King of the World."
"Yes, yes, yes," Chris said, "Keep it quiet. You're not one of those crazed fans are you?"
"Fan yes, crazed no," Neo said laughing. "I'm just like you were probably a few years ago, a young rookie trying to get into the business."
"Cool, are you going to Global Warning?'
"Yep and I got pretty good seats too."
"Well, I might see you around," Chris said and flashed a cheeky smile as he turned the light off and left.
Neo smiled, she couldn't believe what had happened. She had met Chris Jericho. The best arse and eyes in sports entertainment had been in her room.
A knock at the door shook her out of her trance. She wrapped the sheet around her and opened the door.
"Sorry to disturb you again but I still can't find my room," Chris asked, looking quite embarrassed.
"Next door down."
"Thanks. By the way what's you name or do I have to call you 'woman in a bed sheet'?" He laughed.
Neo blushed, "Neo, Neo Sinclaire."
"Well Neo Sinclaire, I shall see you later."
"Goodnight Mr. Irvine"
"Please, call me Chris," he said as he unlocked and entered his room.
Neo closed the door and made sure it was locked. She laid back down to get some sleep but all she could see was those eyes and smile.
Suddenly her thoughts turned to Joel lying in the hospital bed.
She started to cry and slowly fell asleep.