Neo walked past many wrestlers she had watched on television so many times,
including, Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero and Edge, who was getting
stitched up from the match.
She felt like she was in a dream, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Miss, I don't think you should be here?"
"It's okay Mr. Mahon, she's with me." Mrs. Jackson answered.
"McMahon? Shane!" Neo thought, "Very funny Sha."
Neo turned around to see Mr. VINCE McMahon. Her face went bright red.
"Well Emma," Vince said turning to Mrs. Jackson, "just make sure she gets a pass before security sees her."
Emma nodded and walked over to a nearby table to get one.
"I'm guessing you're Neo?" Vince asked turning his attention to her.
"Man is there anyone here who how doesn't know who I am?" Neo realised who she was talking to, a man who spends more money on toilet paper then she had in her bank account, "I mean yes Mr. McMahon, I am."
Vince chuckled. "It's okay, please call me Vince. I have heard so much about you."
"Who from? Chris or Shane?"
"Well initially from Stephanie. She seems to have any eye for stuff like that, then Chris and Shane filled me in with the rest."
Neo looked at him puzzled, "I'm not sure what you mean, Chris and Shane don't know that much about me and I only met Stephanie for a few minutes today and what do you mean by 'an eye for stuff like that'?"
Vince looked put off not by Neo, but as if he said something he shouldn't have. He looked around to see Emma walking back with the backstage pass.
"Well Ms. Sinclaire," Vince said in his Mr. McMahon voice, changing the subject, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show and we will try to be back soon." He then walked off.
Neo and Emma continued down a myriad of hallways
She wondered what Vince meant, but thought she knew Chris well enough, considering they only met about sixteen hours ago, to know he would tell her in due time.
Finally they got to the door with 'Y2J' on it.
Emma knocked then opened it.
"Mr. Irvine, Ms. Sinclaire is now here."
"Thanks, Emma that is all for this weekend. Go home with the others; see your husband and kids. You work hard enough. I don't want to see you until late Monday. If anything important happens I will e-mail you, now go."
"Thank you Mr. Irvine."
"Please call me Chris."
"What a softy," Neo thought as Emma rushed out with a smile on her face.
"Well," Chris said turning to Neo, "what did you think?"
"Wow, it was amazing. You were great, I can't believe you actually won." Neo said going to shake his hand but ended up hugging him.
"Well, I'm ready, are you hungry, because I was thinking we could go grab a bite to eat somewhere?" Chris asked heading out the locker room.
"Actually, I'll have to take a rain-check. I have had a big day and am not up to public nightlife. Why don't you just drop me off at the hotel."
Chris paused for a second, and then jumped like an imaginary light bulb had gone on.
"I've got it. Why don't we just order room service and chill. I really want to talk to you and know more about you."
"Really?" Neo asked.
"Yeah. Plus I don't really think it a good idea for me to be out with the masses."
They both hopped into the limo and headed towards the hotel.
On their way there, Neo made the driver stop at a nearby 7-11.
She quickly raced in and come out with two strange shaped blobs, wrapped in coloured foil.
"What are those?" Chris asked when she got in the car.
"Yowies," she replied simply.
"Whaties?" He asked.
"Yowies, they are meant to be mystical creatures that protect Australia's wildlife and environment. But in this case they are chocolate with a toy inside. Joel and I had heaps of them in our flat, they were everywhere." She said opening one and biting the chocolate, "I don't usually eat chocolate, but I feel I deserve it. I have been hit on by an old man, found unemployed, homeless and survived meeting four World Wrestling Entertainment superstars," She smiled.
"Who was the forth?" Chris asked, taking Neo's other Yowie.
"Vince McMahon," she said casually.
"Wow, girl you do get around don't you?" he laughed.
"Well, Emma said Mr. McMahon, I automatically thought Shane and turned around to see Vince. By The way I didn't think sport entertainers ate chocolate."
"Hey I deserve it, I just beat Brock Lesner for a shot at the title. So you and Mr. McMahon on first name bases already?"
"Yeah, me and Vince, were like this," she said crossing her fingers, "Vinnie, the Vinmeister."
They both started laughing hysterically as the limo parked in front of the hotel.
She felt like she was in a dream, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Miss, I don't think you should be here?"
"It's okay Mr. Mahon, she's with me." Mrs. Jackson answered.
"McMahon? Shane!" Neo thought, "Very funny Sha."
Neo turned around to see Mr. VINCE McMahon. Her face went bright red.
"Well Emma," Vince said turning to Mrs. Jackson, "just make sure she gets a pass before security sees her."
Emma nodded and walked over to a nearby table to get one.
"I'm guessing you're Neo?" Vince asked turning his attention to her.
"Man is there anyone here who how doesn't know who I am?" Neo realised who she was talking to, a man who spends more money on toilet paper then she had in her bank account, "I mean yes Mr. McMahon, I am."
Vince chuckled. "It's okay, please call me Vince. I have heard so much about you."
"Who from? Chris or Shane?"
"Well initially from Stephanie. She seems to have any eye for stuff like that, then Chris and Shane filled me in with the rest."
Neo looked at him puzzled, "I'm not sure what you mean, Chris and Shane don't know that much about me and I only met Stephanie for a few minutes today and what do you mean by 'an eye for stuff like that'?"
Vince looked put off not by Neo, but as if he said something he shouldn't have. He looked around to see Emma walking back with the backstage pass.
"Well Ms. Sinclaire," Vince said in his Mr. McMahon voice, changing the subject, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show and we will try to be back soon." He then walked off.
Neo and Emma continued down a myriad of hallways
She wondered what Vince meant, but thought she knew Chris well enough, considering they only met about sixteen hours ago, to know he would tell her in due time.
Finally they got to the door with 'Y2J' on it.
Emma knocked then opened it.
"Mr. Irvine, Ms. Sinclaire is now here."
"Thanks, Emma that is all for this weekend. Go home with the others; see your husband and kids. You work hard enough. I don't want to see you until late Monday. If anything important happens I will e-mail you, now go."
"Thank you Mr. Irvine."
"Please call me Chris."
"What a softy," Neo thought as Emma rushed out with a smile on her face.
"Well," Chris said turning to Neo, "what did you think?"
"Wow, it was amazing. You were great, I can't believe you actually won." Neo said going to shake his hand but ended up hugging him.
"Well, I'm ready, are you hungry, because I was thinking we could go grab a bite to eat somewhere?" Chris asked heading out the locker room.
"Actually, I'll have to take a rain-check. I have had a big day and am not up to public nightlife. Why don't you just drop me off at the hotel."
Chris paused for a second, and then jumped like an imaginary light bulb had gone on.
"I've got it. Why don't we just order room service and chill. I really want to talk to you and know more about you."
"Really?" Neo asked.
"Yeah. Plus I don't really think it a good idea for me to be out with the masses."
They both hopped into the limo and headed towards the hotel.
On their way there, Neo made the driver stop at a nearby 7-11.
She quickly raced in and come out with two strange shaped blobs, wrapped in coloured foil.
"What are those?" Chris asked when she got in the car.
"Yowies," she replied simply.
"Whaties?" He asked.
"Yowies, they are meant to be mystical creatures that protect Australia's wildlife and environment. But in this case they are chocolate with a toy inside. Joel and I had heaps of them in our flat, they were everywhere." She said opening one and biting the chocolate, "I don't usually eat chocolate, but I feel I deserve it. I have been hit on by an old man, found unemployed, homeless and survived meeting four World Wrestling Entertainment superstars," She smiled.
"Who was the forth?" Chris asked, taking Neo's other Yowie.
"Vince McMahon," she said casually.
"Wow, girl you do get around don't you?" he laughed.
"Well, Emma said Mr. McMahon, I automatically thought Shane and turned around to see Vince. By The way I didn't think sport entertainers ate chocolate."
"Hey I deserve it, I just beat Brock Lesner for a shot at the title. So you and Mr. McMahon on first name bases already?"
"Yeah, me and Vince, were like this," she said crossing her fingers, "Vinnie, the Vinmeister."
They both started laughing hysterically as the limo parked in front of the hotel.