"Why?! Why do these things always
happen to me?," Stephanie sighed as she kept her back against the wall and
slowly slinked down.
Eric just looked at her like she was already planning the worst, "Are you sure none of the exits worked?! How could they lock us in here? I'm going to fire the guy who locks up the arena last!," Eric stammered.
"Yeah, I'm sure you will Eric, besides, I'm sure it wasn't their fault, they were just doing their job," she rolled her eyes at him.
He just looked at her like he was about to strangle her, "Well, we need to find some way to get out of her, I don't want to be stuck here with you."
Her eyebrows went up, "and you think I like being stuck here with you? I'd much rather be the GM of Smackdown again! If I was, this never would have happened!"
Eric paused for a moment then spoke, "That's right..it's all your fault we're in this mess cause you put your General Managership on the line! I'm blaming you for this!," he pointed his finger at her for a moment then began pacing.
"That's right, blame it on me, that's what everyone does. Hunter did it when we were married, Jericho blamed me when I was managing him, my Dad blamed me for his marriage falling apart. So go ahead Eric, blame me cause I really deserve it," she glared.
Eric actually felt bad for what he said and sucked it up as he said softly, "I'm sorry."
Stephanie's head cocked up as she seemed in total disbelief, "You're..sorry? Why Eric? My personal life has nothing to do with you. Why should you be sorry?," she stood up and brushed herself off, "No one has ever pitied me except Kurt, and only when he thought Hunter was beating me cause he yelled at me all the time."
"Did he love you?," Eric asked, curious.
"I think so, at least Kurt seemed to show more compassion for me then anyone else I've ever known," she half-smiled.
"I meant Hunter," he looked at her with a curious expression.
She took a while to answer, "I thought so at times, but from what he did to me after everything started crashing down in our marriage, I don't think he loved me. I think he might've, but he didn't think so. It's more then obvious," she sighed.
Eric just looked at her, and for once - he felt for the princess. He had no idea she actually showed other emotions besides anger. Part of him wanted to comfort her, but he knew that would be unwanted attention, she would push him away even if he tried. But the other part of him wanted to like the fact that she was in pain for so many years throughout her life, so he had more material to shoot back at her when she made sarcastic and witty comments to him.
"What should we do Eric?," she sighed, actually asking him what he thinks.
He was actually surprised, she came off as more of a "this is what we're going to do, it'll be my way or the highway" type.
"Well, I think we should go out to the ring and check the exits up by the ring, I'm sure we didn't check those.
"Good idea," she half-smiled as the began to walk, Eric following behind her.
He watched her move and had to admit the McMahon princess was very attractive, when he tried to get under her skin about having certain thoughts about the princess that highly disturbed her, or at least, pretended to disturb her.
"I know your checking out my ass Eric, so stop it," she said, not even turning around.
Eric looked at her with a confused glance, even though she couldn't see him, "What do you mean princess? I'm not looking at anything!," he said innocently.
She just sighed then continued walking, Eric still checking her out from behind until they reached the ring.
"I'll take the bottom half, you can check the suites," he said with a smirk.
"How about.. I'll check the bottom half, and you get the suites and the top half!?," she smiled in a witty fashion then started walking, Eric just watched her.
"Women," he said to himself.
It seemed like hours had passed as they looked for exits around the ring area, and the building, but none were found that were unlocked.
"I'm thinking....we're screwed unless someone realizes they forgot something at the arena.," Eric sighed.
Stephanie picked up her cell phone and tried calling all of her contacts on her phone book in the cell, but it was fairly obvious no one would answer their phone at 4am.
"No one's answering, have you tried your contacts?," she asked him.
He sighed, "Sadly, yes."
"Or, do you even have any friends to call Eric?," she smirked.
"Oooh, ouch, that hurts..," he said sarcastically, "Try a better one next time princess."
They both slouched down on the seats and looked out toward the ring.
"It's amazing how only 10 years ago I was sitting here watching Shawn Michaels face Stone Cold Steve Austin at a pay per view. Doesn't feel that long ago," she smiled, reminiscing.
Eric then realized just how old he was if she was thinking 10 years ago wasn't that bad. She was only 18 at the time, he was...damn. He really was a lot older then her.
"Yeah, 10 years ago WCW was still in tact," he sighed, "Amazing how years go by."
They had an awkward moment where neither of them were being sarcastic to each other, rude, or cruel to one another, and it was almost refreshing, but at the same time very odd.
Eric looked over at Stephanie and realized just how awkward the moment really was, she wasn't making fun of his age, talking about how WCW was a failure, she just sat there and looked at the ring in front of them.
"So, what do you want to do to pass the time?," he asked.
She turned to him automatically thinking he was assuming something, "I'm not going to have sex with you Eric."
He smiled then laughed a little, "That's not what I meant, but if you want to-"
"I just said, I'm not going to! Besides, you had that tone ..," she pointed out.
"What tone?," he asked.
"That tone where you say one thing and mean another, believe me, I know that tone, I use that tone of voice, I mean, used," she looked off to the left.
"I can assure you I didn't mean that," his eyes scanned her for a moment, contemplating that thought as a smile spread across his face.
Stephanie looked at him suspiciously, "You aren't thinking about that are you?," she leaned toward the left, away from him.
"Oh please..," he laughed a little nervously, how could she know he was thinking that? Was he really that easy to read?
She rubbed her arms a little, getting goosebumps from being in the cool arena for so long and in just a t-shirt and skirt. Eric looked over at her and noticed something else that showed through more then the goosebumps and smiled to himself.
She looked at him and glared for a moment, "Can you just..not stare at my breasts?! It's creepy.."
He then turned his attention forward and realized he could be a nice guy for once and do something of a gentleman nature as he removed his jacket, placing it around Stephanie, who almost backed away from him, thinking he was advancing on her, but stopped as she realized Eric was placing his coat over her arms.
"Thanks....," she said in a weird tone of voice, surprised he was being so nice.
"This isn't so bad, you have to admit. If it were anyone else, you wouldn't be as entertained," he smiled.
She laughed a little, pulling the jacket over her more, "Well, I admit, your coat is very comfortable, but if I was stuck here with say, Chris Jericho, I'd be doomed to listen to his rants on how he's "King of the world" and the best wrestler out there," she laughed.
Eric laughed as well, knowing how Jericho can be a whiny little bitch sometimes when he doesn't get what he wants.
"Well, one thing is certain, we have to find food and possibly a warmer place in the arena, you know, we could always use our body heat to keep each other warm," Eric smirked.
Stephanie just gave him the look of death, "I had a feeling you were going to say that.."
"Well?," he asked, "It is a good idea, other then the whole sexual part of it..I won't mind," his smile widened.
"I'd rather think of that as my last resort, my very, very, very last," Stephanie stood up, "We better start searching."
Eric just looked at her like she was already planning the worst, "Are you sure none of the exits worked?! How could they lock us in here? I'm going to fire the guy who locks up the arena last!," Eric stammered.
"Yeah, I'm sure you will Eric, besides, I'm sure it wasn't their fault, they were just doing their job," she rolled her eyes at him.
He just looked at her like he was about to strangle her, "Well, we need to find some way to get out of her, I don't want to be stuck here with you."
Her eyebrows went up, "and you think I like being stuck here with you? I'd much rather be the GM of Smackdown again! If I was, this never would have happened!"
Eric paused for a moment then spoke, "That's right..it's all your fault we're in this mess cause you put your General Managership on the line! I'm blaming you for this!," he pointed his finger at her for a moment then began pacing.
"That's right, blame it on me, that's what everyone does. Hunter did it when we were married, Jericho blamed me when I was managing him, my Dad blamed me for his marriage falling apart. So go ahead Eric, blame me cause I really deserve it," she glared.
Eric actually felt bad for what he said and sucked it up as he said softly, "I'm sorry."
Stephanie's head cocked up as she seemed in total disbelief, "You're..sorry? Why Eric? My personal life has nothing to do with you. Why should you be sorry?," she stood up and brushed herself off, "No one has ever pitied me except Kurt, and only when he thought Hunter was beating me cause he yelled at me all the time."
"Did he love you?," Eric asked, curious.
"I think so, at least Kurt seemed to show more compassion for me then anyone else I've ever known," she half-smiled.
"I meant Hunter," he looked at her with a curious expression.
She took a while to answer, "I thought so at times, but from what he did to me after everything started crashing down in our marriage, I don't think he loved me. I think he might've, but he didn't think so. It's more then obvious," she sighed.
Eric just looked at her, and for once - he felt for the princess. He had no idea she actually showed other emotions besides anger. Part of him wanted to comfort her, but he knew that would be unwanted attention, she would push him away even if he tried. But the other part of him wanted to like the fact that she was in pain for so many years throughout her life, so he had more material to shoot back at her when she made sarcastic and witty comments to him.
"What should we do Eric?," she sighed, actually asking him what he thinks.
He was actually surprised, she came off as more of a "this is what we're going to do, it'll be my way or the highway" type.
"Well, I think we should go out to the ring and check the exits up by the ring, I'm sure we didn't check those.
"Good idea," she half-smiled as the began to walk, Eric following behind her.
He watched her move and had to admit the McMahon princess was very attractive, when he tried to get under her skin about having certain thoughts about the princess that highly disturbed her, or at least, pretended to disturb her.
"I know your checking out my ass Eric, so stop it," she said, not even turning around.
Eric looked at her with a confused glance, even though she couldn't see him, "What do you mean princess? I'm not looking at anything!," he said innocently.
She just sighed then continued walking, Eric still checking her out from behind until they reached the ring.
"I'll take the bottom half, you can check the suites," he said with a smirk.
"How about.. I'll check the bottom half, and you get the suites and the top half!?," she smiled in a witty fashion then started walking, Eric just watched her.
"Women," he said to himself.
It seemed like hours had passed as they looked for exits around the ring area, and the building, but none were found that were unlocked.
"I'm thinking....we're screwed unless someone realizes they forgot something at the arena.," Eric sighed.
Stephanie picked up her cell phone and tried calling all of her contacts on her phone book in the cell, but it was fairly obvious no one would answer their phone at 4am.
"No one's answering, have you tried your contacts?," she asked him.
He sighed, "Sadly, yes."
"Or, do you even have any friends to call Eric?," she smirked.
"Oooh, ouch, that hurts..," he said sarcastically, "Try a better one next time princess."
They both slouched down on the seats and looked out toward the ring.
"It's amazing how only 10 years ago I was sitting here watching Shawn Michaels face Stone Cold Steve Austin at a pay per view. Doesn't feel that long ago," she smiled, reminiscing.
Eric then realized just how old he was if she was thinking 10 years ago wasn't that bad. She was only 18 at the time, he was...damn. He really was a lot older then her.
"Yeah, 10 years ago WCW was still in tact," he sighed, "Amazing how years go by."
They had an awkward moment where neither of them were being sarcastic to each other, rude, or cruel to one another, and it was almost refreshing, but at the same time very odd.
Eric looked over at Stephanie and realized just how awkward the moment really was, she wasn't making fun of his age, talking about how WCW was a failure, she just sat there and looked at the ring in front of them.
"So, what do you want to do to pass the time?," he asked.
She turned to him automatically thinking he was assuming something, "I'm not going to have sex with you Eric."
He smiled then laughed a little, "That's not what I meant, but if you want to-"
"I just said, I'm not going to! Besides, you had that tone ..," she pointed out.
"What tone?," he asked.
"That tone where you say one thing and mean another, believe me, I know that tone, I use that tone of voice, I mean, used," she looked off to the left.
"I can assure you I didn't mean that," his eyes scanned her for a moment, contemplating that thought as a smile spread across his face.
Stephanie looked at him suspiciously, "You aren't thinking about that are you?," she leaned toward the left, away from him.
"Oh please..," he laughed a little nervously, how could she know he was thinking that? Was he really that easy to read?
She rubbed her arms a little, getting goosebumps from being in the cool arena for so long and in just a t-shirt and skirt. Eric looked over at her and noticed something else that showed through more then the goosebumps and smiled to himself.
She looked at him and glared for a moment, "Can you just..not stare at my breasts?! It's creepy.."
He then turned his attention forward and realized he could be a nice guy for once and do something of a gentleman nature as he removed his jacket, placing it around Stephanie, who almost backed away from him, thinking he was advancing on her, but stopped as she realized Eric was placing his coat over her arms.
"Thanks....," she said in a weird tone of voice, surprised he was being so nice.
"This isn't so bad, you have to admit. If it were anyone else, you wouldn't be as entertained," he smiled.
She laughed a little, pulling the jacket over her more, "Well, I admit, your coat is very comfortable, but if I was stuck here with say, Chris Jericho, I'd be doomed to listen to his rants on how he's "King of the world" and the best wrestler out there," she laughed.
Eric laughed as well, knowing how Jericho can be a whiny little bitch sometimes when he doesn't get what he wants.
"Well, one thing is certain, we have to find food and possibly a warmer place in the arena, you know, we could always use our body heat to keep each other warm," Eric smirked.
Stephanie just gave him the look of death, "I had a feeling you were going to say that.."
"Well?," he asked, "It is a good idea, other then the whole sexual part of it..I won't mind," his smile widened.
"I'd rather think of that as my last resort, my very, very, very last," Stephanie stood up, "We better start searching."
