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Chapter 8:
Jean walked into the locker room and collapsed onto the couch with a big smile on her face
"So why exactly were you with Shane McMahon?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because the security guard wouldn't let me in since no one told him to expect me," Jean explained.
"But I gave you my pass!" Amy complained.
"Yeah, he thought that I stole it," Jean told her. "But luckily Shane came along and he knew that his father was supposed to meet with me tonight so he took responsibility for me and brought me here."
"Well, at least Shane was there to get you into the building," Amy said.
"Yeah," Jean sighed with a big smile on her face.
Amy raised an eyebrow at the look on Jean's face. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like this. "Why don't you come with me so I can introduce you to some of the other wrestlers?" She really wanted to find out what was up with that smile without Matt being around.
"Okay," Jean said and pushed herself up off the couch. "See ya later cuz," she said to Matt as they walked out.
"Bye girls," Matt said as he gave Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Bye hon," Amy said. She waited until they were far enough away from the door that Matt couldn't hear them, and then she started prying for information. "So what's up with that grin?"
"What grin?" Jean asked, trying to act innocent.
"The big cheesy thing you've had on your face ever since Shane McMahon brought you to the locker room," Amy said pointedly.
"Oh, that grin," Jean flushed. "Um, well....he's really cute...and really sweet...and I think I might be getting a crush on him," she confessed shyly.
Amy shook her head. She really didn't want to be the one to burst Jean's bubble, but it had to be done. "He's also thirty and married," she said quietly.
"Oh," Jean said sadly, looking at her feet.
"I'm not saying that Shane isn't a nice guy, because he definitely is," Amy clarified. "But he's definitely off limits. However, if you meet another wrestler in the company that you think you might be interested in, feel free to come to me or Trish and ask us about them. We'll give you all the information that we can about them...at least as long as you don't tell Matt or Jeff," Amy finished with a wink.
Jean laughed. "Works for me."
"Cool," Amy smiled. "Anyway, I'll take you to the women's locker room first and introduce you to a couple of the girls, and then you can head to your meeting with Vince since I have to valet Matt and Jeff's match against the Dudley Boyz."
"Okay," Jean said, nodding. She followed Amy into the women's dressing room, and her jaw dropped at the scene of utter chaos that was in front of her.
"Welcome to the war zone," Amy joked.
Jean laughed. "I can see why you'd call it that."
"Hey y'all," Amy called to the three women who were currently in the room. "This is Jean, Matt and Jeff's cousin, and she's going to start working here in a couple of weeks."
"Hi," Jean said shyly looking at the famous faces in the room with her.
"Hi, I'm Lilian Garcia," the little blonde standing closest to the door said, smiling at her.
"I'm Stacy Keibler," said the tall, leggy blonde standing across the room.
"I'm Lisa, but you'd know me as Victoria, and no, I'm not actually as psychotic as I come off in the ring," the only brunette in the room said with a laugh.
"That's comforting," Jean joked as she tried not to be star-struck.
"I think you'll be just fine around here," Lisa said with a smile.
"Thanks, that's good to hear," Jean smiled.
"Alright well, I've gotta go run and round up Jeff from the catering area so that he can get ready for the match, so I'll tell you how to get to Vince's office real quick," Amy said as she looked at her watch.
"It was nice to meet y'all," Jean said as she started to follow Amy out of the room.
"Bye girls!" Amy called as they left. "Anyway, you wanna follow this hallway until it dead-ends into another one, then you want to turn right, and then go down to the second hallway and turn left, then you'll turn right into the first hallway after that, and it's the second door on your right," she explained quickly.
"Okay, dead-end, right, left, right. I think I can remember that," Jean said.
"Alright, good luck with your interview and I'll see you after the match!" Amy said as she dashed off to collect Jeff.
Jean headed off in the direction that Amy had pointed, trying to go over the directions in her mind. *Oh shit, was it right or left at the second hallway? Um, I think it was right* she decided and turned to her right. *Okay, then I turn left at the first hallway after that, which is here and then I...* "Oof!" she yelped as she ran into someone as turned the corner and landed on her ass. She flushed as she heard male laughter coming from above her head, and looked up into the face of the hottest guy she'd ever seen. "Um, hi," she said nervously. "I guess I sure know how to make an impression," she said from her position on the floor.
"I would say so," he chuckled as he held out a hand to help her up.
"Thanks," she said, still flushed a bright red.
"So do you do this kind of thing often?" he asked.
"What kind of thing?" Jean replied, although she was still too embarrassed to do much more than stare at her feet.
"Run into people," he explained.
"Oh, no, not usually at least," Jean said quickly. "I'm usually slightly more graceful than that, and if I do run into people – well, at least I don't usually end up on my ass," she said deprecatingly, shaking her head at her own clumsiness.
He laughed and shook his head. "Out of curiosity, where exactly were you headed in such a hurry?"
"I'm supposed to meet with Vince McMahon," Jean told him, as she waited for the red to leave her face before she looked at him again.
"Really?" he said curiously. "Well, you're heading in the complete wrong direction."
"Am I? Damn it, I should have known better than to trust Amy's directions," Jean complained. "Well, then again, knowing me I probably took a wrong turn somewhere," she said, shaking her head at her own lack of direction.
The guy laughed again, amused by her ability to make fun of herself and to admit when she was wrong. *Not to mention* he thought as he looked at her appraisingly, *she was definitely cute – about 5'4", dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, green eyes, with an athletic body that was shown off by her short skirt and tight button-down shirt.* "Well, here, I don't have anything to do right now so I'll show you where to go," he offered.
"Really? Thank you so much!" Jean exclaimed. "It's really nice of you, considering that I just ran into you," she said, then blushed again at the memory of her klutziness.
"No, it's fine. I'd rather have you run into me than, say Chris Benoit, because it would hurt a lot more if it had been him," the guy teased.
"I suppose," Jean said with a shy smile up at him. *Holy crap...this has definitely got to be the cutest guy I have ever seen. I can't believe I just ran into him like that – I am so embarrassed...but at least he seems to be taking it well.*
"C'mon, I'll show you where his office is," he said as he headed off into the direction that she had just come from.
*At least he knows his way through this rat maze they call the backstage area.* Jean thought as she followed him through the endless maze of hallways and doors. "Oh, here's where I went wrong," she realized. "I turned right instead of left here."
The guy laughed. "That'd do it then," he said, smiling down at her. He stopped a few seconds later outside a door with a sign that said 'Office' on it. "Here you go," he said.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how lost I would have gotten if you hadn't shown me the way," Jean said gratefully.
He laughed again. "I think I have an idea of how lost you can get," he said with a wink.
Jean flushed again. "Yes, well, not all of us were blessed with a good sense of direction," she said and stuck her tongue out at him. *Wow, I'm mature.* she thought, rolling her eyes at herself mentally.
He laughed again. *She's definitely cute...not to mention not incredibly fake like most of the other women here.* "Well, good luck on your interview, and I guess I'll be seeing you around then," he said as he turned to leave.
"Sure," she said as she smiled up at him. "Well, thanks again."
"Not a problem," he said. "It's always a pleasure to help a woman in distress...even when they try to physically abuse me."
"Hey!" she complained. "I didn't do it on purpose! How was I supposed to know that you'd be coming around the corner?"
"I guess you have a point there," he said with a grin. "But then again...if you'd been where you were supposed to be, we wouldn't be having this problem, now would we?"
"Oh go away," Jean said, rolling her eyes at him. "Go pick on someone your own size!"
"Um, sure. I'll get right on that," he said jokingly. "But then again, it's more fun to pick on you."
Jean stuck her tongue out at him. "Bye now," she said, shaking her head in pretend exasperation.
"Alright, fine then. Be that way," he pouted.
Jean laughed and turned away from him to knock on the door.
"Come in!" she heard a shout from inside.
She turned back to the cute guy who'd helped her out. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then, and hopefully the next time it won't be because I'm lost and I run into you."
"Well, if it comes down to that, I guess I'll get over it. It's not every day that a pretty girl runs into me, at least not literally," he teased her as he walked off in the other direction. "Bye princess," he said over his shoulder.
*Princess. What's up with everyone calling me Princess all of a sudden? Not that I'm complaining, because I think it'd be cool to have that as a ring name, but it's just kinda come up out of nowhere. But dayum, he was hot. And maybe it was just me, but I definitely thought he was flirting with me.* Jean thought as she took a minute to gather her thoughts and composure before she opened the door to Vince's office. "Mr. McMahon?" she asked shyly as she walked in the door.
"Yes?" he said, looking up from the paperwork on his desk.
"Hi, I'm Jean Hardy. Jeff said that you wanted to speak to me about giving me a possible spot on Raw...?" Jean trailed off, leaving the statement as a question.
"Oh yes," Vince said as he made the connection. "You're Jeff's cousin who was abused right?" he asked.
Jean flushed and looked down at her feet. "Yes, that would be me," she said sadly.
Vince flushed as he realized how callous he'd just sounded. "I'm so sorry," he apologized quickly. "I didn't mean for that to come out the way it did."
"No, it's okay," Jean said. "I'd just rather that that information didn't get out to anyone else, because it's not really anything that I would like to be common knowledge."
Vince nodded. "I can do that. But anyway, exactly what did you want your role in the company to be?"
"Well, Jeff said that you would probably put me as a manager for someone for a while, and then if I was lucky, I could possibly start training to be one of the female wrestlers," Jean said quickly, trying not to get her hopes up.
Vince nodded slowly, as he thought about the possibilities. "Do you want to be face or heel?" he asked.
"Honestly? I don't really care. I'll take whatever I can get right now," Jean said.
Vince laughed. "Well, that works. It's good to be flexible, which is something that a lot of the divas in this company don't seem to understand. Let's see," he mused. "If you wanted to be heel, I could put you with Evolution or with La Resistance. Evolution could definitely use a female presence because their storyline has been getting rather dull lately, but then again....La Resistance could use an American female to put them in their place..." he trailed off as he thought about the possibilities. "If you wanted to be face...I suppose I could put you with The Hurricane, as a female fighter for justice, etc, etc...I can't put you with your cousins because Lita already has that job, which is unfortunate because I think you would have worked well with them..."
"I think I'll be heel," Jean decided. "Because that way we can always turn my character to face later depending on the situations."
Vince nodded. "Okay, now I'll just have to decide if I want to put you with Evolution or with La Resistance."
Jean shrugged. "I have no real preference there. They're both basically the same to me."
"Okay, I'll figure that one out and let you know for sure when you return in two weeks," Vince decided. "Here's your contract if you want to go ahead and sign it now, or you can bring it back with you in two weeks if you want to look over it first."
"I think I'll take it with me, that way I can look over it and see if I agree with everything," Jean said.
"That's fine. Well, I guess I'll see you again in two weeks," Vince said finally, ending the interview. "By then, you'll need to come up with a ring name as well if you don't want to use your own name."
"I want to use the ring name Princess," Jean said nervously, remembering what her cousins had said about Stephanie being the Billion Dollar Princess.
"Princess," Vince said quietly. "It should work," he said a few minutes later. "That would be fine for whatever storyline I put you in actually because you can be a good princess or a bad one. Perfect," he said enthusiastically. "I think I know exactly where I want to take this!"
Jean breathed a sigh of relief when her request was granted. "Awesome," she said happily. "Well, I'll get out of your way then and I'll see you in two weeks then," she said as she picked up her contract.
"Fine, fine," Vince said as he returned to the paperwork on his desk. "See you soon."
Jean walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, and then did a little happy dance in the hallway. "Yay!" she cheered as she headed back towards the locker room that Amy was sharing with Matt and Jeff.
A/N #2: So do you think that Jean should be put with Evolution or La Resistance? Not to mention, who do you think the mystery guy is? :)
Chapter 8:
Jean walked into the locker room and collapsed onto the couch with a big smile on her face
"So why exactly were you with Shane McMahon?" Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because the security guard wouldn't let me in since no one told him to expect me," Jean explained.
"But I gave you my pass!" Amy complained.
"Yeah, he thought that I stole it," Jean told her. "But luckily Shane came along and he knew that his father was supposed to meet with me tonight so he took responsibility for me and brought me here."
"Well, at least Shane was there to get you into the building," Amy said.
"Yeah," Jean sighed with a big smile on her face.
Amy raised an eyebrow at the look on Jean's face. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to like this. "Why don't you come with me so I can introduce you to some of the other wrestlers?" She really wanted to find out what was up with that smile without Matt being around.
"Okay," Jean said and pushed herself up off the couch. "See ya later cuz," she said to Matt as they walked out.
"Bye girls," Matt said as he gave Amy a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Bye hon," Amy said. She waited until they were far enough away from the door that Matt couldn't hear them, and then she started prying for information. "So what's up with that grin?"
"What grin?" Jean asked, trying to act innocent.
"The big cheesy thing you've had on your face ever since Shane McMahon brought you to the locker room," Amy said pointedly.
"Oh, that grin," Jean flushed. "Um, well....he's really cute...and really sweet...and I think I might be getting a crush on him," she confessed shyly.
Amy shook her head. She really didn't want to be the one to burst Jean's bubble, but it had to be done. "He's also thirty and married," she said quietly.
"Oh," Jean said sadly, looking at her feet.
"I'm not saying that Shane isn't a nice guy, because he definitely is," Amy clarified. "But he's definitely off limits. However, if you meet another wrestler in the company that you think you might be interested in, feel free to come to me or Trish and ask us about them. We'll give you all the information that we can about them...at least as long as you don't tell Matt or Jeff," Amy finished with a wink.
Jean laughed. "Works for me."
"Cool," Amy smiled. "Anyway, I'll take you to the women's locker room first and introduce you to a couple of the girls, and then you can head to your meeting with Vince since I have to valet Matt and Jeff's match against the Dudley Boyz."
"Okay," Jean said, nodding. She followed Amy into the women's dressing room, and her jaw dropped at the scene of utter chaos that was in front of her.
"Welcome to the war zone," Amy joked.
Jean laughed. "I can see why you'd call it that."
"Hey y'all," Amy called to the three women who were currently in the room. "This is Jean, Matt and Jeff's cousin, and she's going to start working here in a couple of weeks."
"Hi," Jean said shyly looking at the famous faces in the room with her.
"Hi, I'm Lilian Garcia," the little blonde standing closest to the door said, smiling at her.
"I'm Stacy Keibler," said the tall, leggy blonde standing across the room.
"I'm Lisa, but you'd know me as Victoria, and no, I'm not actually as psychotic as I come off in the ring," the only brunette in the room said with a laugh.
"That's comforting," Jean joked as she tried not to be star-struck.
"I think you'll be just fine around here," Lisa said with a smile.
"Thanks, that's good to hear," Jean smiled.
"Alright well, I've gotta go run and round up Jeff from the catering area so that he can get ready for the match, so I'll tell you how to get to Vince's office real quick," Amy said as she looked at her watch.
"It was nice to meet y'all," Jean said as she started to follow Amy out of the room.
"Bye girls!" Amy called as they left. "Anyway, you wanna follow this hallway until it dead-ends into another one, then you want to turn right, and then go down to the second hallway and turn left, then you'll turn right into the first hallway after that, and it's the second door on your right," she explained quickly.
"Okay, dead-end, right, left, right. I think I can remember that," Jean said.
"Alright, good luck with your interview and I'll see you after the match!" Amy said as she dashed off to collect Jeff.
Jean headed off in the direction that Amy had pointed, trying to go over the directions in her mind. *Oh shit, was it right or left at the second hallway? Um, I think it was right* she decided and turned to her right. *Okay, then I turn left at the first hallway after that, which is here and then I...* "Oof!" she yelped as she ran into someone as turned the corner and landed on her ass. She flushed as she heard male laughter coming from above her head, and looked up into the face of the hottest guy she'd ever seen. "Um, hi," she said nervously. "I guess I sure know how to make an impression," she said from her position on the floor.
"I would say so," he chuckled as he held out a hand to help her up.
"Thanks," she said, still flushed a bright red.
"So do you do this kind of thing often?" he asked.
"What kind of thing?" Jean replied, although she was still too embarrassed to do much more than stare at her feet.
"Run into people," he explained.
"Oh, no, not usually at least," Jean said quickly. "I'm usually slightly more graceful than that, and if I do run into people – well, at least I don't usually end up on my ass," she said deprecatingly, shaking her head at her own clumsiness.
He laughed and shook his head. "Out of curiosity, where exactly were you headed in such a hurry?"
"I'm supposed to meet with Vince McMahon," Jean told him, as she waited for the red to leave her face before she looked at him again.
"Really?" he said curiously. "Well, you're heading in the complete wrong direction."
"Am I? Damn it, I should have known better than to trust Amy's directions," Jean complained. "Well, then again, knowing me I probably took a wrong turn somewhere," she said, shaking her head at her own lack of direction.
The guy laughed again, amused by her ability to make fun of herself and to admit when she was wrong. *Not to mention* he thought as he looked at her appraisingly, *she was definitely cute – about 5'4", dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, green eyes, with an athletic body that was shown off by her short skirt and tight button-down shirt.* "Well, here, I don't have anything to do right now so I'll show you where to go," he offered.
"Really? Thank you so much!" Jean exclaimed. "It's really nice of you, considering that I just ran into you," she said, then blushed again at the memory of her klutziness.
"No, it's fine. I'd rather have you run into me than, say Chris Benoit, because it would hurt a lot more if it had been him," the guy teased.
"I suppose," Jean said with a shy smile up at him. *Holy crap...this has definitely got to be the cutest guy I have ever seen. I can't believe I just ran into him like that – I am so embarrassed...but at least he seems to be taking it well.*
"C'mon, I'll show you where his office is," he said as he headed off into the direction that she had just come from.
*At least he knows his way through this rat maze they call the backstage area.* Jean thought as she followed him through the endless maze of hallways and doors. "Oh, here's where I went wrong," she realized. "I turned right instead of left here."
The guy laughed. "That'd do it then," he said, smiling down at her. He stopped a few seconds later outside a door with a sign that said 'Office' on it. "Here you go," he said.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how lost I would have gotten if you hadn't shown me the way," Jean said gratefully.
He laughed again. "I think I have an idea of how lost you can get," he said with a wink.
Jean flushed again. "Yes, well, not all of us were blessed with a good sense of direction," she said and stuck her tongue out at him. *Wow, I'm mature.* she thought, rolling her eyes at herself mentally.
He laughed again. *She's definitely cute...not to mention not incredibly fake like most of the other women here.* "Well, good luck on your interview, and I guess I'll be seeing you around then," he said as he turned to leave.
"Sure," she said as she smiled up at him. "Well, thanks again."
"Not a problem," he said. "It's always a pleasure to help a woman in distress...even when they try to physically abuse me."
"Hey!" she complained. "I didn't do it on purpose! How was I supposed to know that you'd be coming around the corner?"
"I guess you have a point there," he said with a grin. "But then again...if you'd been where you were supposed to be, we wouldn't be having this problem, now would we?"
"Oh go away," Jean said, rolling her eyes at him. "Go pick on someone your own size!"
"Um, sure. I'll get right on that," he said jokingly. "But then again, it's more fun to pick on you."
Jean stuck her tongue out at him. "Bye now," she said, shaking her head in pretend exasperation.
"Alright, fine then. Be that way," he pouted.
Jean laughed and turned away from him to knock on the door.
"Come in!" she heard a shout from inside.
She turned back to the cute guy who'd helped her out. "Well, I guess I'll see you around then, and hopefully the next time it won't be because I'm lost and I run into you."
"Well, if it comes down to that, I guess I'll get over it. It's not every day that a pretty girl runs into me, at least not literally," he teased her as he walked off in the other direction. "Bye princess," he said over his shoulder.
*Princess. What's up with everyone calling me Princess all of a sudden? Not that I'm complaining, because I think it'd be cool to have that as a ring name, but it's just kinda come up out of nowhere. But dayum, he was hot. And maybe it was just me, but I definitely thought he was flirting with me.* Jean thought as she took a minute to gather her thoughts and composure before she opened the door to Vince's office. "Mr. McMahon?" she asked shyly as she walked in the door.
"Yes?" he said, looking up from the paperwork on his desk.
"Hi, I'm Jean Hardy. Jeff said that you wanted to speak to me about giving me a possible spot on Raw...?" Jean trailed off, leaving the statement as a question.
"Oh yes," Vince said as he made the connection. "You're Jeff's cousin who was abused right?" he asked.
Jean flushed and looked down at her feet. "Yes, that would be me," she said sadly.
Vince flushed as he realized how callous he'd just sounded. "I'm so sorry," he apologized quickly. "I didn't mean for that to come out the way it did."
"No, it's okay," Jean said. "I'd just rather that that information didn't get out to anyone else, because it's not really anything that I would like to be common knowledge."
Vince nodded. "I can do that. But anyway, exactly what did you want your role in the company to be?"
"Well, Jeff said that you would probably put me as a manager for someone for a while, and then if I was lucky, I could possibly start training to be one of the female wrestlers," Jean said quickly, trying not to get her hopes up.
Vince nodded slowly, as he thought about the possibilities. "Do you want to be face or heel?" he asked.
"Honestly? I don't really care. I'll take whatever I can get right now," Jean said.
Vince laughed. "Well, that works. It's good to be flexible, which is something that a lot of the divas in this company don't seem to understand. Let's see," he mused. "If you wanted to be heel, I could put you with Evolution or with La Resistance. Evolution could definitely use a female presence because their storyline has been getting rather dull lately, but then again....La Resistance could use an American female to put them in their place..." he trailed off as he thought about the possibilities. "If you wanted to be face...I suppose I could put you with The Hurricane, as a female fighter for justice, etc, etc...I can't put you with your cousins because Lita already has that job, which is unfortunate because I think you would have worked well with them..."
"I think I'll be heel," Jean decided. "Because that way we can always turn my character to face later depending on the situations."
Vince nodded. "Okay, now I'll just have to decide if I want to put you with Evolution or with La Resistance."
Jean shrugged. "I have no real preference there. They're both basically the same to me."
"Okay, I'll figure that one out and let you know for sure when you return in two weeks," Vince decided. "Here's your contract if you want to go ahead and sign it now, or you can bring it back with you in two weeks if you want to look over it first."
"I think I'll take it with me, that way I can look over it and see if I agree with everything," Jean said.
"That's fine. Well, I guess I'll see you again in two weeks," Vince said finally, ending the interview. "By then, you'll need to come up with a ring name as well if you don't want to use your own name."
"I want to use the ring name Princess," Jean said nervously, remembering what her cousins had said about Stephanie being the Billion Dollar Princess.
"Princess," Vince said quietly. "It should work," he said a few minutes later. "That would be fine for whatever storyline I put you in actually because you can be a good princess or a bad one. Perfect," he said enthusiastically. "I think I know exactly where I want to take this!"
Jean breathed a sigh of relief when her request was granted. "Awesome," she said happily. "Well, I'll get out of your way then and I'll see you in two weeks then," she said as she picked up her contract.
"Fine, fine," Vince said as he returned to the paperwork on his desk. "See you soon."
Jean walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, and then did a little happy dance in the hallway. "Yay!" she cheered as she headed back towards the locker room that Amy was sharing with Matt and Jeff.
A/N #2: So do you think that Jean should be put with Evolution or La Resistance? Not to mention, who do you think the mystery guy is? :)