PART THREE
THE NEXT WEEK
Elisabeth and Amy walked down the hallway of the hotel, heading in the direction of Matt Hardy's hotel room. It was actually Amy's room as well, but she had been hanging out with Elisabeth all day, so they were walking to the 'show' that was going to be held there together. They walked down the hall to the room, which was all the way at the end of the corridor. When they reached the door, Amy reached down into her pocket, pulling out a key card. She swiped the card and pushed the door open, leading her friend inside. Once they were in the door, both women realized just how big of an event Chris dressing up in lingerie would be. Already there was at least fifteen people there. Elisabeth and Amy cracked up at the way Matt had set the room up. He had taken metal folding chairs from the backstage area of the arena and set them up in rows in the room. Also, set up by the door was a ticket booth, and sitting behind it was Jay. The Canadian grinned as the two women approached him, waving to them as they stepped up to the booth.
"How much does this spectacle cost?" Elisabeth asked, laughing as she looked into the room again. Jay laughed, shaking his head.
"Please Lis, you know I don't charge the ladies! This show is free," he replied, winking at them. The two of them laughed, stepping past Jay and into the room.
The room was packed… already seated in the folding chairs were Rob Szatkowski, Shane Helms, Jeff Hardy, Adam, Matt, Shannon Moore and Randy Orton. Standing around throughout the room were Mark Callaway, Brock Lesnar, Kurt Angle, Trish, Drew Martin, Stacy Keibler, Trish, and Dawn. A few minutes later, everyone was seated and Matt made his way to the front of the room.
"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen!" he called, cupping his hands around his mouth like a bullhorn. "We are now about to begin with the ceremonies!" Everyone quieted down, settling into their seats as Adam stood and dimmed the lights. Once the lights were dimmed, Matt spoke once more. "Okay, now that everyone's ready, I'd like to introduce to you my very special Master of Ceremonies, Mr. Jason Reso!" The group clapped and cheered as Jay made his way to the front of the room, shaking hands with Matt when he reached him.
"Thank you Matt," he said, nodding at his friend as he took a seat. "Okay people, as most of you all know, my dear friend Christopher Irvine lost a bet last week to a certain Matt Hardy. If any of you know Chris's alter ego, Drunkacho, you'll know that he has a tendency to make promises he can't keep… ones that usually involve us being entertained. This is just the case tonight, as Christopher Irvine is about to model for us one of the newest pieces from Victoria's Secret."
With that said, he stepped out of the way, going over to the table. On top of the table there was an object that was covered by a bath towel. He looked down at the object, and then looked back up, flashing the group of people a mischievous grin that only he was capable of making. Then, he turned back to the object and pulled the towel off, revealing a very nice looking CD player. He showed it off to everyone, standing and posing on each side of it. Elisabeth looked over at Amy, who was cracking up, tears rolling down her cheeks. Elisabeth laughed as well… the whole scene was very comical, especially considering it involved two of her best friends. Jay opened the CD compartment of the stereo, still doing the 'Price Is Right model gestures,' pulling out a CD and flashing it to the crowd. Elisabeth squinted, laughing even louder when she realized that the CD Jay had pulled from the player was a Britney Spears CD.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I thought that this show would not be complete without a little music. So, I took it upon myself to ask my little cousin for one of her CDs. I flipped through her collection, and I've settled on a song that I'm sure you'll all agree fits Chris and his relationship with Matt following this bet," he said, trying very hard not to crack up as he put the disc into the player.
He selected the track number and pressed play, and all of a sudden, the song 'I'm A Slave 4 U' came on. By now everyone was dying laughing, and it only got worse when Chris came out. Very slowly and very reluctantly he appeared from behind the bathroom door. When he stepped fully out of the bathroom and into the room where everyone was sitting, the laughter in the room increased ten fold. Out he came, dressed in a black and lacy teddy. He turned sideways, in a desperate attempt to hide a certain package that was dangerously close to becoming exposed. He spun around, as Matt instructed, rolling his eyes with great disinterest. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe he had been dumb enough to bet Matt when he was drunk. He couldn't even remember what the bet was about, that was how totally obliterated he was. He tried as best he could to drown out the loud laughter and cat calls he was getting, but it wasn't working well for him.
"Take it all off!" he heard Adam yell from the back. Shaking his head, he spun around one more time and then flipped the crowd off, rushing back into the bathroom before anyone could notice how completely pink his cheeks were. Chris Irvine did not blush in front of *anyone*, so he had to get out of there before anyone got the chance to see it. One thing was true though… he knew they weren't going to be off his case about this one for a *long* time.
A FEW DAYS LATEROnce again, Elisabeth had found herself sitting by the ring in the middle of the night, this time with a small notebook in hand. She brought that notebook everywhere with her, and she was using it now to write about her trip. For now, it was for her own personal use, to look back on things… like Chris's little lingerie show… but who knew? Maybe one day it would be a best selling autobiography of a WWE diva. Laughing quietly, the strawberry blonde woman thought of how bigheaded she was getting already. She reminded herself that she didn't even have a contract yet, so she couldn't exactly be planning out her autobiography. She shook her head, going back to her writing. She got kind of caught up with it, and she didn't even see the man who walked down the ramp and to the ring. While she may not have noticed him, he definitely noticed her. As he silently hopped up on the ring apron, he glanced over at her curiously. He had never seen her before… she must have been a new diva or something. She was really pretty… the man wondered why she was sitting there all alone so late at night. Without thinking, he slowly approached her.
"What'cha writing there?" he asked. She was so into whatever she was writing that she didn't even jump at the sound of his voice. She finished up the sentence she was writing, answering him as she did so.
"Oh, just a little…" she trailed off as she looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she realized who was standing in front of her.
"Hi… didn't mean to startle you there," he said, offering his hand. "I'm…"
"I… I know who you are," Elisabeth answered, accepting his handshake. Of course I know who you are… who doesn't? She looked up at him, physically having to force herself to keep her jaw from dropping. The man standing before her was one of her all time favorite Superstars… and he was even better looking than she imagined. He hadn't been around for awhile, but she had heard that there were talks of him making a big return.
Laughing quietly, he replied, "Oh… well, than how about you do me the pleasure of telling me just who you are." Elisabeth looked down, blushing slightly. God, he was so cute… she hoped to God that she didn't make an ass of herself.
"I'm Elisabeth… it's… it's nice to meet you," she said slowly. Nice to meet you? Nice? Try something you've been waiting for your whole life!
"Nice to meet you too Elisabeth. So, are you new here?" he asked curiously, studying her face intently.
"Well, I guess you could say that. I'm not a wrestler though," she said, forcing herself to make eye contact with him. She feared though, that if she did so for too long, she would get lost in his emerald eyes.
"Oh? Well than what are you? A groupie?" he asked jokingly, patting her on the shoulder. He instantly felt bad when she turned beat red.
"No…"
"I was only kidding… seriously though, why are you here?" he asked, hoping he hadn't offended her too much.
"I, um… I'm here with my friends… Jay and Chris… you know, Jericho and…"
"And Christian… yeah, I know them. So, you're old friends with them?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Don't hold it against me," she requested, finally cracking a smile. The man laughed, reaching back and tightening his ponytail.
"Oh, I like you already Elisabeth. I hope I get to see more of you. I'm going to head back to the hotel now… I just wanted a look at the ring before tomorrow when I get back in it. I'll talk to you soon," he said, winking at her before he turned and headed back up the ramp.
"Bye," she said, waving to him.
As he disappeared up the ramp, Elisabeth sat back in her seat, a huge breath of air leaving her body. That had certainly been a rush. She glanced up one more time, smiling as she watched Shawn Michaels disappear behind the curtains.
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