Neo must have fallen asleep, because next thing she knew it was almost time
to leave. She jumped out, got dressed into her black glitter hipster jeans,
low cut ¾ red top and long black jacket. She slipped on her new boots
compliments of Shane, well actually Vince McMahon. Put her hair in a
bun/ponytail (Author Note: See Pink in 'Don't let me get me'). Done her
make-up and finished the look by putting a red barbell through the hole in
her eyebrow and her silver cross on a rope around her neck.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" she called out, thinking it must be some hotel employee.
"Ms. Sinclaire, your ride has arrived," a very formal but somehow familiar voice said.
"I didn't call for a cab," Neo thought, the arena was only walking distance.
She opened the door to see Chris standing there in skintight black pants, black boots and his Playboy shirt. His hair was pulled back. (A sight to die for)
"Chris," she stepped back, "what are you doing here?"
"I have come to take you to Global Warning."
"But I was going to walk it is only a few blocks down."
"Nonsense," Chris said in a jokingly serious voice, "wouldn't you rather ride in a limo with a true living legend, plus I wanna make up for this morning."
"Well, that's an offer I can't refuse," Neo said sarcastically sly, "just let me get my things."
Neo put her essentials in her bag and grabbed her now dry poster, then followed Chris down to the limo.
Chris informed Neo that they had a little time before they had to be there so decided to go for a drive to see the sights and talk.
"Did you paint that?" Chris asked pointing at Neo poster of a portrait of a young man with the words 'Wish It Was You Here- Neo' on it.
"Yeah," she said handing it to him, "the man on it is Joel, my best friend, he was meant to come with me but he couldn't make it." Neo trailed off.
"Wow it's great," Chris tried to cheer her up, "but why is it signed 'Texas'?" he asked inquisitively.
"It's my middle name, I use to write it on walls when I was younger so no- one would knew it was me doing it. I was actually suppose to go to an art school where I live in Sydney, well where I use to live, but I gave it all up to follow my dream.
"I don't understand why from what I can see here. You're great, I would love to see more."
Neo blushed and started nervously with the cross around her neck.
"Are you a Christian?" Chris asked seriously.
"Well I don't know. I believe in God and that he/she is in heaven, watching over me and that it was him/her that sent Joel to me. That's why Joel and I both have matching crosses with the date we met on the back, 11th June, 1998."
The rest of the drive was filed with small talk about the sights of Melbourne.
"I have a teeny favour," Chris said.
"Yes, what?" she asked pretending to sound un-amused.
"I have to do one of those entering the car park promos, so could you just sit here quietly until it's done?"
"Sure, when else can I say I was in a Chris Jericho promo, even if no-one will know."
They both laughed as the limo entered the arena car park.
Chris Leary and a camera crew came running towards the limo.
"Here we go," Jericho said as he stepped out of the limo.
"Chris Jericho, what are you doing in Australia?" Leary asked.
"Well Junior," he said his usual Y2J smug, "I am here down under to challenge that assclown, Brock Lesner, for his number one contendership, tonight and when I beat him, I will go to SummerSlam and win the Undisputed Title to be the true King of the World."
Neo sat across from him in the limo, trying not to laugh at the fact that this pompous so and so before her was the same kind guy who had given her a limo tour of Melbourne and escorted her to Global Warning.
The promo continued for a few more minutes. When it was finished, Neo stepped out of the limo to see Shane standing there with a huge smile on his face.
"Told you, I would see you later."
"You knew," Neo screamed and playfully punched Shane in the stomach.
"God, I just punched Shane McMahon in the stomach he and Chris must think I'm a complete idiot." Neo thought to herself the second she did it.
She was about to slap herself on the forehead, when Shane jokingly held his stomach and smiled. Neo mentally sighed.
"Of course I didn't know directly but Chris did mention he was thinking about doing something like this. By the way, nice shoes," he said smugly.
They both laughed. Then looked over at Chris, who had an incredibly shocked and confused look on his face, which made them laugh even more.
"I'm guessing you two have met?" Chris asked.
"Yes, Shane and Stephanie were shopping at the same store as me and actually paid for my shoes."
"Well technically my father paid for them and anything else Stephanie felt like impulse buying. I hate to see the bill, Steph usually goes into hiding."
All three continued talking as they entered the arena. Neo went towards the seating area, while Chris and Shane headed backstage.
"Good luck guys." Neo yelled as they walked off.
"Thanks," they both said simultaneously.
All three laughed. Then Neo went to find her seat.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" she called out, thinking it must be some hotel employee.
"Ms. Sinclaire, your ride has arrived," a very formal but somehow familiar voice said.
"I didn't call for a cab," Neo thought, the arena was only walking distance.
She opened the door to see Chris standing there in skintight black pants, black boots and his Playboy shirt. His hair was pulled back. (A sight to die for)
"Chris," she stepped back, "what are you doing here?"
"I have come to take you to Global Warning."
"But I was going to walk it is only a few blocks down."
"Nonsense," Chris said in a jokingly serious voice, "wouldn't you rather ride in a limo with a true living legend, plus I wanna make up for this morning."
"Well, that's an offer I can't refuse," Neo said sarcastically sly, "just let me get my things."
Neo put her essentials in her bag and grabbed her now dry poster, then followed Chris down to the limo.
Chris informed Neo that they had a little time before they had to be there so decided to go for a drive to see the sights and talk.
"Did you paint that?" Chris asked pointing at Neo poster of a portrait of a young man with the words 'Wish It Was You Here- Neo' on it.
"Yeah," she said handing it to him, "the man on it is Joel, my best friend, he was meant to come with me but he couldn't make it." Neo trailed off.
"Wow it's great," Chris tried to cheer her up, "but why is it signed 'Texas'?" he asked inquisitively.
"It's my middle name, I use to write it on walls when I was younger so no- one would knew it was me doing it. I was actually suppose to go to an art school where I live in Sydney, well where I use to live, but I gave it all up to follow my dream.
"I don't understand why from what I can see here. You're great, I would love to see more."
Neo blushed and started nervously with the cross around her neck.
"Are you a Christian?" Chris asked seriously.
"Well I don't know. I believe in God and that he/she is in heaven, watching over me and that it was him/her that sent Joel to me. That's why Joel and I both have matching crosses with the date we met on the back, 11th June, 1998."
The rest of the drive was filed with small talk about the sights of Melbourne.
"I have a teeny favour," Chris said.
"Yes, what?" she asked pretending to sound un-amused.
"I have to do one of those entering the car park promos, so could you just sit here quietly until it's done?"
"Sure, when else can I say I was in a Chris Jericho promo, even if no-one will know."
They both laughed as the limo entered the arena car park.
Chris Leary and a camera crew came running towards the limo.
"Here we go," Jericho said as he stepped out of the limo.
"Chris Jericho, what are you doing in Australia?" Leary asked.
"Well Junior," he said his usual Y2J smug, "I am here down under to challenge that assclown, Brock Lesner, for his number one contendership, tonight and when I beat him, I will go to SummerSlam and win the Undisputed Title to be the true King of the World."
Neo sat across from him in the limo, trying not to laugh at the fact that this pompous so and so before her was the same kind guy who had given her a limo tour of Melbourne and escorted her to Global Warning.
The promo continued for a few more minutes. When it was finished, Neo stepped out of the limo to see Shane standing there with a huge smile on his face.
"Told you, I would see you later."
"You knew," Neo screamed and playfully punched Shane in the stomach.
"God, I just punched Shane McMahon in the stomach he and Chris must think I'm a complete idiot." Neo thought to herself the second she did it.
She was about to slap herself on the forehead, when Shane jokingly held his stomach and smiled. Neo mentally sighed.
"Of course I didn't know directly but Chris did mention he was thinking about doing something like this. By the way, nice shoes," he said smugly.
They both laughed. Then looked over at Chris, who had an incredibly shocked and confused look on his face, which made them laugh even more.
"I'm guessing you two have met?" Chris asked.
"Yes, Shane and Stephanie were shopping at the same store as me and actually paid for my shoes."
"Well technically my father paid for them and anything else Stephanie felt like impulse buying. I hate to see the bill, Steph usually goes into hiding."
All three continued talking as they entered the arena. Neo went towards the seating area, while Chris and Shane headed backstage.
"Good luck guys." Neo yelled as they walked off.
"Thanks," they both said simultaneously.
All three laughed. Then Neo went to find her seat.