Author's Notes – Wow...Uh...sorry it took so long for this chapter? My
Eric muse decided to run away for a little while and quite frankly, I
didn't know what to do without him. But he came back to me *cheers* and
all is good with the world now. Ok not really but who wants to get
political, this is fan fiction. If it's any consolation for having to wait
so long for this chap, I've got the next one in the works already and I
don't have nearly as many classes this quarter so I can work more on fun
stuff like this fic (and the rest of my fics that I've been neglecting.)
Anyhoo...time for thank yous...Thank you Jessi, DiscoInferno1, Mannabrat, Shinna, ShaneOmac-Y2Js-girl, and LadySilverDragon2 for your reviews. I really appreciate them. Also, thanks to Louise and Lena who have patiently waited for this chapter over on my website. Hope you all like it and keep those reviews coming.
Also, feel free to check out my website at xtremeboss.tripod.com (just at the http:// to the front of that since ff.net won't let me post a URL). It's a WWE fic archive of sorts so check it out and if you have a fic feel free to send it over to me to put up on the site.
I guess that's it for now. Guess I can't say much more than please review. Should get more of this out soon. Until next time,
~Tink~
Disclaimer – I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Phone Calls
"So you haven't seen her since she left for that meeting with her father?" Kurt asked Trish with a worried expression on his face as he handed her a cup of coffee.
"No, and I can't get her cell phone either, I'm worried Kurt." Trish sipped at her coffee as she sighed in frustration. "What if she got in an accident, or she's stranded wherever she had that meeting with Vince, or what if..."
"Trish...Trish," Kurt put a calming hand on Trish's shoulder, "if you keep doing this you're going to drive yourself crazy."
"But Stephanie could be in serious trouble," she rationalized.
"I know," Kurt sighed, "I know. Look, let's call Vince and see if she isn't with him or if he doesn't know where she is."
"But what if she isn't with him?" Trish looked at Kurt with a sad expression.
"Then we worry and pray she's somewhere safe and warm."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I don't think this is legal." Stephanie said as she watched Eric from the first row of seats.
"Well, kind of, but in this circumstance I'm sure the Fire Marshal will understand." Eric continued to fiddle with an old lighter they found under a chair trying to start a fire.
"Fine, but if it's ok to be doing this because we're about to freeze to death, then why can't we do this in a smaller room where the heat will stay in?" Stephanie pulled Eric's coat closer around her as she shivered.
"Because, in here we have a less chance of setting off the sprinklers," Eric explained as he managed to set what use to be a fan sign on fire, "and that is definitely something we do not want to do."
"I guess you're right," she sighed as she watched with hope as the sign quickly ignited other signs creating a small warm fire.
"Come on down here where it's warm," Eric said motioning her to the floor which was covered in sweatshirts and t-shirts from the souvenir stand they had found earlier. Reluctantly, Stephanie got up and walked down to sit next to Eric on the floor. "Better isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." She smiled as she extended her hands towards the fire trying to warm her small hands. "I can't believe how cold it got."
"Well the building's been without power for close to thirty-six hours," Eric raked a hand through his hair, "I expect it only to get colder."
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"Here," Eric handed Stephanie some M&M's, "here, maybe some chocolate will get your mind off of this."
"I am going to end up living in a gym to work all of this off once we get out of here," she laughed as she ripped open the package and took out a few candies.
"Why's that?" Eric looked at the brunette beauty curiously. He didn't really see reason for her to need to work out at all.
"Please, I'm sure you saw Sunday that I'm not quite as thin as the other Diva's." Stephanie started.
"You mean starved?" Eric asked bluntly as Stephanie laughed.
"I guess you could say that, but that's the way my father likes the women on his shows to look and I guess he doesn't want to make exceptions to that, no even for his own daughter." Stephanie sighed as she ate another M&M.
"Well, the man does know what sells, regardless if it's right or wrong," Eric grabbed another package of Starburst and popped one in his mouth as Stephanie stared at him in shock.
"This from the man who had me stripped to my bra and panties just the other night in this very spot?" Stephanie crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him accusingly.
"What can I say? I too know what sells regardless if it's right or wrong. It's one of the things that your father and I have in common."
"So you would humiliate someone in front of millions of people for a few bucks?" Stephanie spat.
"Well, yes." Eric shrugged, "Look, I know it's not right, it's business."
"Well, business sucks doesn't it?" Stephanie said as she poured half the bag of M&M's into her mouth.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You left her there how long ago?" Kurt asked trying to remain calm as Trish paced his hotel room looking close to tears. "And Eric was with her?.......No, no one's seen her since she left for that meeting.........Yes Vince, we tried her cell phone several times........Well thank you sir.......Yeah, we'll keep in touch.....bye."
"She's not with him?" Trish said sitting down in a chair running a hand through her blonde hair.
"No, he says he left Stephanie and Eric Bischoff at the arena to work on something sometime around eleven yesterday." Kurt sighed and sat down on the bed.
"So she could be anywhere between here and the arena?" Trish asked sadly as she looked out the window to the snow covered ground. "What are we going to do?"
"Call the police, explain to them what's happened and see what they can do about a search team."
"I hope she's ok," Trish sighed as Kurt picked up the phone again.
Anyhoo...time for thank yous...Thank you Jessi, DiscoInferno1, Mannabrat, Shinna, ShaneOmac-Y2Js-girl, and LadySilverDragon2 for your reviews. I really appreciate them. Also, thanks to Louise and Lena who have patiently waited for this chapter over on my website. Hope you all like it and keep those reviews coming.
Also, feel free to check out my website at xtremeboss.tripod.com (just at the http:// to the front of that since ff.net won't let me post a URL). It's a WWE fic archive of sorts so check it out and if you have a fic feel free to send it over to me to put up on the site.
I guess that's it for now. Guess I can't say much more than please review. Should get more of this out soon. Until next time,
~Tink~
Disclaimer – I do not own WWE or any of their characters or ANYTHING in this fic. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue me. This is just for fun.
Phone Calls
"So you haven't seen her since she left for that meeting with her father?" Kurt asked Trish with a worried expression on his face as he handed her a cup of coffee.
"No, and I can't get her cell phone either, I'm worried Kurt." Trish sipped at her coffee as she sighed in frustration. "What if she got in an accident, or she's stranded wherever she had that meeting with Vince, or what if..."
"Trish...Trish," Kurt put a calming hand on Trish's shoulder, "if you keep doing this you're going to drive yourself crazy."
"But Stephanie could be in serious trouble," she rationalized.
"I know," Kurt sighed, "I know. Look, let's call Vince and see if she isn't with him or if he doesn't know where she is."
"But what if she isn't with him?" Trish looked at Kurt with a sad expression.
"Then we worry and pray she's somewhere safe and warm."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I don't think this is legal." Stephanie said as she watched Eric from the first row of seats.
"Well, kind of, but in this circumstance I'm sure the Fire Marshal will understand." Eric continued to fiddle with an old lighter they found under a chair trying to start a fire.
"Fine, but if it's ok to be doing this because we're about to freeze to death, then why can't we do this in a smaller room where the heat will stay in?" Stephanie pulled Eric's coat closer around her as she shivered.
"Because, in here we have a less chance of setting off the sprinklers," Eric explained as he managed to set what use to be a fan sign on fire, "and that is definitely something we do not want to do."
"I guess you're right," she sighed as she watched with hope as the sign quickly ignited other signs creating a small warm fire.
"Come on down here where it's warm," Eric said motioning her to the floor which was covered in sweatshirts and t-shirts from the souvenir stand they had found earlier. Reluctantly, Stephanie got up and walked down to sit next to Eric on the floor. "Better isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." She smiled as she extended her hands towards the fire trying to warm her small hands. "I can't believe how cold it got."
"Well the building's been without power for close to thirty-six hours," Eric raked a hand through his hair, "I expect it only to get colder."
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"Here," Eric handed Stephanie some M&M's, "here, maybe some chocolate will get your mind off of this."
"I am going to end up living in a gym to work all of this off once we get out of here," she laughed as she ripped open the package and took out a few candies.
"Why's that?" Eric looked at the brunette beauty curiously. He didn't really see reason for her to need to work out at all.
"Please, I'm sure you saw Sunday that I'm not quite as thin as the other Diva's." Stephanie started.
"You mean starved?" Eric asked bluntly as Stephanie laughed.
"I guess you could say that, but that's the way my father likes the women on his shows to look and I guess he doesn't want to make exceptions to that, no even for his own daughter." Stephanie sighed as she ate another M&M.
"Well, the man does know what sells, regardless if it's right or wrong," Eric grabbed another package of Starburst and popped one in his mouth as Stephanie stared at him in shock.
"This from the man who had me stripped to my bra and panties just the other night in this very spot?" Stephanie crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him accusingly.
"What can I say? I too know what sells regardless if it's right or wrong. It's one of the things that your father and I have in common."
"So you would humiliate someone in front of millions of people for a few bucks?" Stephanie spat.
"Well, yes." Eric shrugged, "Look, I know it's not right, it's business."
"Well, business sucks doesn't it?" Stephanie said as she poured half the bag of M&M's into her mouth.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You left her there how long ago?" Kurt asked trying to remain calm as Trish paced his hotel room looking close to tears. "And Eric was with her?.......No, no one's seen her since she left for that meeting.........Yes Vince, we tried her cell phone several times........Well thank you sir.......Yeah, we'll keep in touch.....bye."
"She's not with him?" Trish said sitting down in a chair running a hand through her blonde hair.
"No, he says he left Stephanie and Eric Bischoff at the arena to work on something sometime around eleven yesterday." Kurt sighed and sat down on the bed.
"So she could be anywhere between here and the arena?" Trish asked sadly as she looked out the window to the snow covered ground. "What are we going to do?"
"Call the police, explain to them what's happened and see what they can do about a search team."
"I hope she's ok," Trish sighed as Kurt picked up the phone again.