~
"Edge seemed quite normal didn't he," Lita said thoughtfully, crossing her legs and shifting the pillows on her bed so that she was comfortable. She still couldn't believe the things they had discovered yesterday at RAW...Bischoff was way out of control.
"What do you mean?" Stephanie said half-heartily at she paced backwards and forwards. She was skimming through the lists that she'd been given by Heyman, and was looking at the names she'd marked off.
The brunette thought about the way Christian and especially Jeff had behaved towards her. She had a small bruise on her hip, from where Jeff had pushed her against the table...it was only little though, and she didn't really want to worry Steph with something so unnecessary. "Never mind," she muttered.
"Here," Steph jumped onto the bed beside Lita's, grabbing the phone from the table between them, "do you want to call him, or shall I?"
Lita glanced at the name, then at the blonde "You can,"
"Are you sure? Because I think he liked you better than he liked me,"
Lita shook her head, "No way, I still have vivid memories of him bashing my head in with a steel chair,"
"Okay," Stephanie sighed, dialling the number from the sheet and waiting for an answer. Lita looked on hopefully, holding onto a pillow for support.
"Hello? Um, is there a Steve Austin there?...yeah okay," Stephanie waited a moment, mouthing the words 'some woman' to Lita, and then jumping slightly at the angry voice that replaced her...
"Who the hell is this and what do you want?"
"Um...Steve, is that you?" Stephanie asked, nervously running a hand through her blond hair.
"Who the hell is this and what do you want?" The voice repeated, and Stephanie detected the Texan drawl that time.
"Steve, it's Stephanie...Stephanie McMahon," She told him shooting Lita a quick look.
"What do you want?" He said, not sounding at all surprised to hear from her.
"Um...I want you to help me destroy Eric Bischoff," She knew what Austin was like, and he preferred it when people were straight with him, and just cut to the chase.
"That SOB? Okay. When, where, I'm there."
Stephanie's lips curled up into a smile. She hadn't even had to convince him, it was all just too perfect.
Lita looked on as Stephanie gave him the details and then smiled when the blonde put the phone down. "So we've got Stone Cold Steve Austin on our side. That's a good ally to have."
"Hell yeah," Stephanie giggled, realising that she'd just used his catchphrase. She scribbled his name down on the piece of paper and tossed the list to Lita, "Your turn."
~
A few hours and many phone calls later, they looked at the list.
"Steve Austin, The Rock and Booker T were the easiest to sign up," Stephanie grinned proudly, "and Shawn Michaels took some convincing, I couldn't get hold of Kevin Nash, but I told Shawn to let him know,"
Lita frowned, "But that's only five guys,"
"Five guys who don't have any of those tracking devices in their arms. They can all help us Lita...and besides, there's still one more to call, and there's no way in hell I'm doing it!" Stephanie held the phone out to Lita, who took it and eyed the list curiously...and her jaw dropped.
"I can't phone *him*!" She said with disgust, "Not after how he helped Matt and Bischoff humiliate me on RAW, you remember that Steph, the night we left?"
Stephanie pouted "Oh please Lita? Pleeeaase? You know he hates my guts more than anyone in the world does, he'll never help if *I* ask," she pleaded and Lita rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.
She placed the phone to her ear and dialled the number. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this...Stephanie owed her one, big time...
"Hello?"
"Oh hi," Lita tried to sound cheerful although her stomach was turning, "Um...is Chris Jericho there please?"
There was silence for a moment and then the phone went dead.
Lita frowned and Stephanie raised her eyebrows.
"Wasn't he there?" the blonde asked and Lita shook her head, tightening her ponytail, then picking up the phone again.
"The hung up...I think that was him," she frowned and dialled the number again.
"Hello?"
"Chris is that you? Don't hang up on me this time I ne...hello?...hello? Dammit!" She slammed the phone down and folded her arms angrily. How dare he hang up on her twice like that, especially when she didn't even want to call him in the first place...the asshole.
"He hung up again?" The blonde scowled, she personally had never liked the man since she'd first met him, but she knew that Lita had been friends with him once upon a time. "We don't need him," Steph said, but there was a certain determination present in the brunette's eyes and Stephanie knew that her best friend wasn't going to give up so easily.
Lita grabbed the list of names and searched for his...there it was... "Tomorrow morning I'm going round there," she said.
Stephanie frowned, "To Canada?"
"Yes,"
"But what about the meeting? What about the planning we need to do?" The blonde woman protested, but Lita shook her head defiantly.
"You don't need me to help you with that, Stephanie." The blonde didn't look convinced and Lita continued, "Look, Edge will look out for you okay? And we'll be back in time for Wrestlemania."
"We?" Stephanie questioned, a small smile on her face.
Lita grinned, "Yes. I'll get Jericho to help us, if it's the last thing I do,"
~
"Edge seemed quite normal didn't he," Lita said thoughtfully, crossing her legs and shifting the pillows on her bed so that she was comfortable. She still couldn't believe the things they had discovered yesterday at RAW...Bischoff was way out of control.
"What do you mean?" Stephanie said half-heartily at she paced backwards and forwards. She was skimming through the lists that she'd been given by Heyman, and was looking at the names she'd marked off.
The brunette thought about the way Christian and especially Jeff had behaved towards her. She had a small bruise on her hip, from where Jeff had pushed her against the table...it was only little though, and she didn't really want to worry Steph with something so unnecessary. "Never mind," she muttered.
"Here," Steph jumped onto the bed beside Lita's, grabbing the phone from the table between them, "do you want to call him, or shall I?"
Lita glanced at the name, then at the blonde "You can,"
"Are you sure? Because I think he liked you better than he liked me,"
Lita shook her head, "No way, I still have vivid memories of him bashing my head in with a steel chair,"
"Okay," Stephanie sighed, dialling the number from the sheet and waiting for an answer. Lita looked on hopefully, holding onto a pillow for support.
"Hello? Um, is there a Steve Austin there?...yeah okay," Stephanie waited a moment, mouthing the words 'some woman' to Lita, and then jumping slightly at the angry voice that replaced her...
"Who the hell is this and what do you want?"
"Um...Steve, is that you?" Stephanie asked, nervously running a hand through her blond hair.
"Who the hell is this and what do you want?" The voice repeated, and Stephanie detected the Texan drawl that time.
"Steve, it's Stephanie...Stephanie McMahon," She told him shooting Lita a quick look.
"What do you want?" He said, not sounding at all surprised to hear from her.
"Um...I want you to help me destroy Eric Bischoff," She knew what Austin was like, and he preferred it when people were straight with him, and just cut to the chase.
"That SOB? Okay. When, where, I'm there."
Stephanie's lips curled up into a smile. She hadn't even had to convince him, it was all just too perfect.
Lita looked on as Stephanie gave him the details and then smiled when the blonde put the phone down. "So we've got Stone Cold Steve Austin on our side. That's a good ally to have."
"Hell yeah," Stephanie giggled, realising that she'd just used his catchphrase. She scribbled his name down on the piece of paper and tossed the list to Lita, "Your turn."
~
A few hours and many phone calls later, they looked at the list.
"Steve Austin, The Rock and Booker T were the easiest to sign up," Stephanie grinned proudly, "and Shawn Michaels took some convincing, I couldn't get hold of Kevin Nash, but I told Shawn to let him know,"
Lita frowned, "But that's only five guys,"
"Five guys who don't have any of those tracking devices in their arms. They can all help us Lita...and besides, there's still one more to call, and there's no way in hell I'm doing it!" Stephanie held the phone out to Lita, who took it and eyed the list curiously...and her jaw dropped.
"I can't phone *him*!" She said with disgust, "Not after how he helped Matt and Bischoff humiliate me on RAW, you remember that Steph, the night we left?"
Stephanie pouted "Oh please Lita? Pleeeaase? You know he hates my guts more than anyone in the world does, he'll never help if *I* ask," she pleaded and Lita rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.
She placed the phone to her ear and dialled the number. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this...Stephanie owed her one, big time...
"Hello?"
"Oh hi," Lita tried to sound cheerful although her stomach was turning, "Um...is Chris Jericho there please?"
There was silence for a moment and then the phone went dead.
Lita frowned and Stephanie raised her eyebrows.
"Wasn't he there?" the blonde asked and Lita shook her head, tightening her ponytail, then picking up the phone again.
"The hung up...I think that was him," she frowned and dialled the number again.
"Hello?"
"Chris is that you? Don't hang up on me this time I ne...hello?...hello? Dammit!" She slammed the phone down and folded her arms angrily. How dare he hang up on her twice like that, especially when she didn't even want to call him in the first place...the asshole.
"He hung up again?" The blonde scowled, she personally had never liked the man since she'd first met him, but she knew that Lita had been friends with him once upon a time. "We don't need him," Steph said, but there was a certain determination present in the brunette's eyes and Stephanie knew that her best friend wasn't going to give up so easily.
Lita grabbed the list of names and searched for his...there it was... "Tomorrow morning I'm going round there," she said.
Stephanie frowned, "To Canada?"
"Yes,"
"But what about the meeting? What about the planning we need to do?" The blonde woman protested, but Lita shook her head defiantly.
"You don't need me to help you with that, Stephanie." The blonde didn't look convinced and Lita continued, "Look, Edge will look out for you okay? And we'll be back in time for Wrestlemania."
"We?" Stephanie questioned, a small smile on her face.
Lita grinned, "Yes. I'll get Jericho to help us, if it's the last thing I do,"
~