Hello everybody! Remember this story? Well, hopefully. This story has a
few...fundamental errors. For your information the time setting is now, but
somehow everybody from both brands are in the same buildings. Everybody
only performs on his/her own show, though. Once again, I may need to remind
you that this is based around the idea that wrestling is real, not
scripted, or whatever. Please feel free to leave any comments you might
have, and enjoy the story!
Rubbing her eyes groggily, Stephanie peeled herself off of her bed. She blinked several times, willing her tiredness to go away. With one deep breath, she stood up and walked into her bathroom to get a shower in before she had to go to work.
Stephanie couldn't tell why she was so tired. For one of the first times in her life, she had actually allotted eight hours of sleeping time. The cold water hit her bare back mercilessly, snapping her out of her sleepy trance. For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, she was peering out from behind the shower curtain often, as though she was sure that someone else was there. It was weird; it almost felt like she was being watched.
A strange feeling had settled into the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't place the emotion. Stephanie shut the water off and wrapped a towel around herself. She stepped into her room, shivering. She slammed the door to the bathroom in what was almost a fit of fury. She liked to be in control of everything, including her emotions.
Stephanie thought about what she would have to do that day as she carefully slipped into her outfit for the day: another business suit. She knew that she was going to have a long, long day. She had to fine-tune another contract. She grabbed her keys and flounced out the door. Time for another day.
~*~
Stephanie was definitely not having a good day. It was already lunchtime and she had made no progress whatsoever. She didn't really feel like eating anything, but she decided that if she didn't she might faint. Food is important.
As soon as she stepped into the "lunch area" she just about turned right around. She found herself mere feet away from the one person she didn't want to see...Chris Jericho. Now that their "business partnership" had subsided, they were back to being bitter enemies. She would have rather run into Eric Bischoff. Fortunately, he hadn't seen her yet; Stephanie thought she could slip out unnoticed. She had no desire to argue with anyone, no matter how good at arguing she may be.
Just as she was about to step out of the room, Chris turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. As soon as their eyes met, Stephanie felt a lightning bolt shoot through her stomach. In less than a second of time the dream came back to her. She burst out of the room in a panic attack. She leaned against a wall for support, breathing heavily. All of her thoughts about the contract had flown away, and she was focused on Jericho. Only Jericho. The way she felt in her dream, in his arms...
Her eyes widened in shock, realizing what she had just done. Jericho had looked at her, and she had practically fled. To quote the ringside announcer, she had 'run like a scalded dog'. She took a deep breath and came to the conclusion that going back would be better than staying gone. She pulled her shoulders back, put her head up high, and forced an unreadable expression onto her face, covering her inner emotions.
She could see Jericho's look of shock as she reentered the room. She chose to ignore it and haughtily threw some food onto her plate. Chris leaned over and muttered something to the rookie wrestler next to him, who smirked and began to snicker.
"What happened?" he called out to her. "Realize you forgot to screw Steiner?"
Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly turned to face him. She appeared to be about to throw out retort, but she just sat down at a table. "I don't have time to deal with you," she said.
"Can't think of a reply?"
She didn't justify his mocking question with an answer, merely shooting him a look of pure hatred. She forced her eyes to her food instead of his eyes, which were doing things to her she didn't wish them to do, or even admit they were doing. She focused on eating her lunch and getting out of there.
Chris wasn't about to let her get off the hook that easily. He turned back to his companion and muttered a rude remark indeed. Stephanie's eyes flashed, but other than that she showed no reaction. Chris just kept on talking, his comments growing steadily louder and fouler. Stephanie finished up her meal within two minutes and stood up to leave.
"What's the hurry?" Chris asked her.
"I have stuff to do," she replied.
"Probably going to throw up everything you just shoveled in," he muttered under his breath, his purpose no higher than to completely piss Stephanie off.
Stephanie had a nasty reply on the tip of her tongue, but decided that actions speak louder than words. She turned around, drew her hand back, and slapped him. Chris brought his hand up to his cheek, but didn't say anything.
"Love you too, princess!" Chris called out as she was at the door.
Stephanie froze for a moment before continuing out the door. When she finally reached her office she sat down, breathing in and out. Why had those words had that affect on her? He had been making fun of her. Why did he have to use those words? Why did he have to say 'love you too'? Even though Stephanie knew that Chris had only stated his blatant hatred of her in that manner to piss her off, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of underlying meaning. Stephanie shook this feeling off immediately. She had work to do. Besides, he was only making fun of her, nothing more, nothing less.
Rubbing her eyes groggily, Stephanie peeled herself off of her bed. She blinked several times, willing her tiredness to go away. With one deep breath, she stood up and walked into her bathroom to get a shower in before she had to go to work.
Stephanie couldn't tell why she was so tired. For one of the first times in her life, she had actually allotted eight hours of sleeping time. The cold water hit her bare back mercilessly, snapping her out of her sleepy trance. For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, she was peering out from behind the shower curtain often, as though she was sure that someone else was there. It was weird; it almost felt like she was being watched.
A strange feeling had settled into the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't place the emotion. Stephanie shut the water off and wrapped a towel around herself. She stepped into her room, shivering. She slammed the door to the bathroom in what was almost a fit of fury. She liked to be in control of everything, including her emotions.
Stephanie thought about what she would have to do that day as she carefully slipped into her outfit for the day: another business suit. She knew that she was going to have a long, long day. She had to fine-tune another contract. She grabbed her keys and flounced out the door. Time for another day.
~*~
Stephanie was definitely not having a good day. It was already lunchtime and she had made no progress whatsoever. She didn't really feel like eating anything, but she decided that if she didn't she might faint. Food is important.
As soon as she stepped into the "lunch area" she just about turned right around. She found herself mere feet away from the one person she didn't want to see...Chris Jericho. Now that their "business partnership" had subsided, they were back to being bitter enemies. She would have rather run into Eric Bischoff. Fortunately, he hadn't seen her yet; Stephanie thought she could slip out unnoticed. She had no desire to argue with anyone, no matter how good at arguing she may be.
Just as she was about to step out of the room, Chris turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. As soon as their eyes met, Stephanie felt a lightning bolt shoot through her stomach. In less than a second of time the dream came back to her. She burst out of the room in a panic attack. She leaned against a wall for support, breathing heavily. All of her thoughts about the contract had flown away, and she was focused on Jericho. Only Jericho. The way she felt in her dream, in his arms...
Her eyes widened in shock, realizing what she had just done. Jericho had looked at her, and she had practically fled. To quote the ringside announcer, she had 'run like a scalded dog'. She took a deep breath and came to the conclusion that going back would be better than staying gone. She pulled her shoulders back, put her head up high, and forced an unreadable expression onto her face, covering her inner emotions.
She could see Jericho's look of shock as she reentered the room. She chose to ignore it and haughtily threw some food onto her plate. Chris leaned over and muttered something to the rookie wrestler next to him, who smirked and began to snicker.
"What happened?" he called out to her. "Realize you forgot to screw Steiner?"
Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly turned to face him. She appeared to be about to throw out retort, but she just sat down at a table. "I don't have time to deal with you," she said.
"Can't think of a reply?"
She didn't justify his mocking question with an answer, merely shooting him a look of pure hatred. She forced her eyes to her food instead of his eyes, which were doing things to her she didn't wish them to do, or even admit they were doing. She focused on eating her lunch and getting out of there.
Chris wasn't about to let her get off the hook that easily. He turned back to his companion and muttered a rude remark indeed. Stephanie's eyes flashed, but other than that she showed no reaction. Chris just kept on talking, his comments growing steadily louder and fouler. Stephanie finished up her meal within two minutes and stood up to leave.
"What's the hurry?" Chris asked her.
"I have stuff to do," she replied.
"Probably going to throw up everything you just shoveled in," he muttered under his breath, his purpose no higher than to completely piss Stephanie off.
Stephanie had a nasty reply on the tip of her tongue, but decided that actions speak louder than words. She turned around, drew her hand back, and slapped him. Chris brought his hand up to his cheek, but didn't say anything.
"Love you too, princess!" Chris called out as she was at the door.
Stephanie froze for a moment before continuing out the door. When she finally reached her office she sat down, breathing in and out. Why had those words had that affect on her? He had been making fun of her. Why did he have to use those words? Why did he have to say 'love you too'? Even though Stephanie knew that Chris had only stated his blatant hatred of her in that manner to piss her off, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of underlying meaning. Stephanie shook this feeling off immediately. She had work to do. Besides, he was only making fun of her, nothing more, nothing less.