"The flight from Miami to Manhattan has now arrived, please wait a few
minutes before departing. Thank you for flying and enjoy your stay." The
flight attendants voice was heard over the loudspeaker. Chris Jericho
stretched and reached above him to pull down the small bag, which held his
two belts. Next to him, Triple H was still asleep.
"Aw, like a baby." Chris laughed to himself as he looked at him. He looked around a few times before hitting Triple H hard in the shoulder. He snapped awake. "Well, look who decided to finally wake up. Morning sunshine." Chris laughed out loud.
"Hey, that's not funny." Triple H yawned. "I had a hard day and night."
"It's a hard days night, Paul." Chris grinned as he handed him his bag. "Well, we've arrived so let's go." They began to get off the plane with the other superstars and passengers. Lucky for them, they'd taken a night flight and not too many people had bothered to come up for autographs. Chris took in a deep breath as he stepped outside the plane. He had been born here in New York and was glad to be back. In a few days, they'd be wrestling in MSG, the greatest sports arena in the world.
"Well, we don't have our match until tonight, so we'd better get to the hotel." Stephanie said as she came up behind Hunter and Chris. Chris yawned, still kind of tired. They had just come from Florida, where his wife lived.
"Well, here we are." Hunter said as they stepped in front of the Plaza Hotel.
"I love New York." Stephanie grinned. "Time to give my credit cards a good work out."
"Not so fast Steph." A voice cut in, it was her dad, Vince. He and Ric Flair came up.
"We still have some matches to discuss for Monday's Raw." Ric replied. Stephanie nodded. She was still a major player in the WWF as far as ownerships go, they just didn't show it on TV. As everyone went into their room to review their scripts, Chris couldn't help thinking about Jessica, she had so much work cut out for her lately.
"Maybe I should call?" Chris wondered, but then remembered. Jessica was doing an article on the Florida Dog Show, where they had entered their dog. "Poor Jess, I never get to be with her anymore. What kind of husband am I?"
"I dunno, a bad one?" A voice poked at him, it was Hunter who was in the room next to him. "Look, I know I don't have a wife and kids," Hunter started.
"The TV show?" Chris laughed.
"Yes, very funny." He continued. "If I had a wife and kids, I'd be doing the same thing you would be. I mean, lots of us who have families are."
"Yea, I guess you're right." Chris sighed. "Just get ready for practice tonight ok?"
"Alright, I'll leave you alone. See you then." Triple H closed the door and left. Chris reviewed his script. The show wouldn't be televised, but it would still be a great time. That night, they were playing in Long Island, a place Chris had known for a long time. As the night progressed and the matches came and went, it was soon time for the main event. The countdown began and the crowd began to boo. Chris appeared and walked in.
"You suck!" The crowd chanted and Chris looked out at them before realizing that it was Kurt who they were yelling at. Stephanie was coming out to the ring with him. "Slut!"
"It's time to play the game!" The music blared and the crowd went wild for their hero.
"You know Chris, I hope you will enjoy your match tonight." Triple H came out wearing a referee suit. "Because, I'm gonna make your life a living hell!" He walked to the ring as Stephanie fled out of the ring. Kurt had gone courtside to commentate with JR and Michael Cole. The music of the new World order began and the crowd booed. Hollywood Hulk Hogan appeared. Two heels would be fighting in this match, but the crowd was favoring Chris. The fight began and the two battled it out.
"I'm mad that Triple H got the title shot, but I know that Chris will dominate him at WrestleMania." Kurt was saying. As the match progressed, Goldust suddenly came running to the ring and attacked Hogan giving Chris the advantage. Triple H was forced to count 1, 2, 3. The crowd was shocked, what would this have to do with Raw?
"Good job guys." Kurt said as he and Stephanie went backstage with JR and Michael. Goldust and Hogan were talking while Triple H was whispering something to Chris. He laughed and everyone turned to him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Chris stopped, trying to keep a strait face. They all cleaned up their locker rooms and went back to the hotel to rest. The next morning, Flair came to Chris's room early. "What is it Ric?"
"Here, we made some updating changes to the match tonight." He said and left. Chris read the script and nodded to himself, MSG wouldn't know what hit them. That night as Raw began, Chris was lacing up when he there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Steph." Chris said, but the door didn't open. "Ric?" Nothing. "Vince, Paul?" Still nothing. "Kurt, anybody?" Maybe nobody was there. "Come in?" The door groaned a little as it opened. Chris tensed and got ready to attack the intruder. The door swooped open in a flash, nearly hitting Chris.
"Surprise!" A very familiar voice cried. The crowd roared with joy as Chris looked up in amazement.
"No way, Chris?" Chris gasped, the camera turned to Chris Benoit, he was back.
"I'm back, and I'm here to make some changes." Benoit said. "You and Steph gotta go. You being champ, gotta go. Us being a tag team and the champs, gonna stay." Jericho stared up at Benoit, confused. "So what'll it be Chris. Me and you, tag team gold, or you and Steph with champion gold?"
"Well, I, uh." Chris gulped but Benoit turned to leave. "I guess Steph, I'm sorry."
"You'll soon see, how sorry you are." Beniot left Jericho afraid like a little boy. The camera went off and the Raw entro began. Benoit went back in the room. "Man I missed you!"
"Ditto man!" Chris hugged him. "But you weren't due back until Backlash an that's in about two months. How are you doing?"
"I fully recovered, even earlier than expected." Benoit grinned. "Glad to see me?"
"Does Garfield like lasagna?" Jericho joked.
"Yup, nothing's changed." Benoit laughed. "Well, I better get ready for the match."
"Wait, are you sure you're ready?" Jericho asked, a bit concerned for his friend.
"Believe me, I'm fine." Benoit left.
"Tomo ali gato Mr. Roboto!" Jericho grinned but was still a little worried. The last match came suddenly as Jericho and Stephanie were in the ring watching the moments ago footage taken during the break. Hogan and Goldust were challenging each other for a match at Smack Down in a hardcore steel cage match. The crowd was still roaring with joy when none other than Chris Benoit's music sounded. They gave a standing ovation as their hero had returned. After the Chris's were in the ring, Kurt came out (with the "you suck" chant going in full blast), followed by Triple H. The tag team match began, Kurt and Hunter were starting things out. As the match grew to its end, Chris was laying in the ring when Triple H went to tag in his partner, Benoit. The Chris's circled each other but before they began to fight, Jericho turned to Kurt and both of them jumped him. The crowd went wild with confusement but happiness. Was the Canadian Chris Connection back together? As the show ended, Triple H was left beating up Kurt in the ring, while Stephanie was staring in amazement at the two Chris's. Backstage, everyone was in Jericho's room.
"So it's official," Hunter was saying. "You've agreed to drop the titles to me at WrestleMania this Sunday?"
"Yes, and Stephanie will be back with you too right?" Chris asked and Hunter nodded. "Ok Paul, you go tell Flair and Vince." They left the two Chris's in the room. "Man, you still got it in you." Jericho said as he rubbed his head. "You need to train some more."
"Oh, and what is that supposed to mean?" Benoit laughed but stopped, Chris was in real pain. "I knew I fumbled on that move, but I didn't know I hurt you that bad. Are you sure you're ok?"
"I dunno, it's hurts pretty bad." Jericho said, rubbing his neck harder now.
"Look, we'd better get you to the trainer." Benoit said, but Jericho shook his head no. "Look Chris, we don't know how hurt you are and tomorrow on SmackDown you could be hurt even more." Jericho still disagreed. Benoit sighed and left. As they were leaving, Benoit passed the training room to find Lita talking to the Hardy Boys. "What's up?"
"Chris is in there Chris." Jeff said.
"Yea, he passed out and looked hurt." Matt added. Chris groaned and the four of them went into the room to find Jericho with his head in bandages while the trainer was looking for some aspirin.
"Irvine you moron." Chris muttered.
"Irvine you genius." Jericho joked but held his neck as he took the pills.
"You'll be better by your match tomorrow if you rest." The trainer said. They all left and headed back to the hotel.
"What did I tell you?" Benoit growled. "How dense are you?"
"Hey, give the kid a break." Kurt replied as he joined them in the elevator. When they came to their floor, Triple H and Stephanie were waiting.
"How's the head?" He asked.
"More flat headed than fractured Paul." Chris laughed, making this all a big joke.
"You could have been hurt." Benoit cut in.
"You have been gone for a while." Stephanie stared blankly at him and they all went to their rooms.
"Look, I'm sorry man." Jericho said and rubbed his head. "Hey, we can talk some more tomorrow, ok?"
"Yea, ok." Benoit grinned. He went to bed thinking, at least we're back together and will win the tag team titles. Perhaps I am taking this to serious, maybe Steph and Paul were rubbing onto him without me and Kurt to provide the proper guidance? Nah, everything will be fine tomorrow, I just know it.
"Aw, like a baby." Chris laughed to himself as he looked at him. He looked around a few times before hitting Triple H hard in the shoulder. He snapped awake. "Well, look who decided to finally wake up. Morning sunshine." Chris laughed out loud.
"Hey, that's not funny." Triple H yawned. "I had a hard day and night."
"It's a hard days night, Paul." Chris grinned as he handed him his bag. "Well, we've arrived so let's go." They began to get off the plane with the other superstars and passengers. Lucky for them, they'd taken a night flight and not too many people had bothered to come up for autographs. Chris took in a deep breath as he stepped outside the plane. He had been born here in New York and was glad to be back. In a few days, they'd be wrestling in MSG, the greatest sports arena in the world.
"Well, we don't have our match until tonight, so we'd better get to the hotel." Stephanie said as she came up behind Hunter and Chris. Chris yawned, still kind of tired. They had just come from Florida, where his wife lived.
"Well, here we are." Hunter said as they stepped in front of the Plaza Hotel.
"I love New York." Stephanie grinned. "Time to give my credit cards a good work out."
"Not so fast Steph." A voice cut in, it was her dad, Vince. He and Ric Flair came up.
"We still have some matches to discuss for Monday's Raw." Ric replied. Stephanie nodded. She was still a major player in the WWF as far as ownerships go, they just didn't show it on TV. As everyone went into their room to review their scripts, Chris couldn't help thinking about Jessica, she had so much work cut out for her lately.
"Maybe I should call?" Chris wondered, but then remembered. Jessica was doing an article on the Florida Dog Show, where they had entered their dog. "Poor Jess, I never get to be with her anymore. What kind of husband am I?"
"I dunno, a bad one?" A voice poked at him, it was Hunter who was in the room next to him. "Look, I know I don't have a wife and kids," Hunter started.
"The TV show?" Chris laughed.
"Yes, very funny." He continued. "If I had a wife and kids, I'd be doing the same thing you would be. I mean, lots of us who have families are."
"Yea, I guess you're right." Chris sighed. "Just get ready for practice tonight ok?"
"Alright, I'll leave you alone. See you then." Triple H closed the door and left. Chris reviewed his script. The show wouldn't be televised, but it would still be a great time. That night, they were playing in Long Island, a place Chris had known for a long time. As the night progressed and the matches came and went, it was soon time for the main event. The countdown began and the crowd began to boo. Chris appeared and walked in.
"You suck!" The crowd chanted and Chris looked out at them before realizing that it was Kurt who they were yelling at. Stephanie was coming out to the ring with him. "Slut!"
"It's time to play the game!" The music blared and the crowd went wild for their hero.
"You know Chris, I hope you will enjoy your match tonight." Triple H came out wearing a referee suit. "Because, I'm gonna make your life a living hell!" He walked to the ring as Stephanie fled out of the ring. Kurt had gone courtside to commentate with JR and Michael Cole. The music of the new World order began and the crowd booed. Hollywood Hulk Hogan appeared. Two heels would be fighting in this match, but the crowd was favoring Chris. The fight began and the two battled it out.
"I'm mad that Triple H got the title shot, but I know that Chris will dominate him at WrestleMania." Kurt was saying. As the match progressed, Goldust suddenly came running to the ring and attacked Hogan giving Chris the advantage. Triple H was forced to count 1, 2, 3. The crowd was shocked, what would this have to do with Raw?
"Good job guys." Kurt said as he and Stephanie went backstage with JR and Michael. Goldust and Hogan were talking while Triple H was whispering something to Chris. He laughed and everyone turned to him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Chris stopped, trying to keep a strait face. They all cleaned up their locker rooms and went back to the hotel to rest. The next morning, Flair came to Chris's room early. "What is it Ric?"
"Here, we made some updating changes to the match tonight." He said and left. Chris read the script and nodded to himself, MSG wouldn't know what hit them. That night as Raw began, Chris was lacing up when he there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Steph." Chris said, but the door didn't open. "Ric?" Nothing. "Vince, Paul?" Still nothing. "Kurt, anybody?" Maybe nobody was there. "Come in?" The door groaned a little as it opened. Chris tensed and got ready to attack the intruder. The door swooped open in a flash, nearly hitting Chris.
"Surprise!" A very familiar voice cried. The crowd roared with joy as Chris looked up in amazement.
"No way, Chris?" Chris gasped, the camera turned to Chris Benoit, he was back.
"I'm back, and I'm here to make some changes." Benoit said. "You and Steph gotta go. You being champ, gotta go. Us being a tag team and the champs, gonna stay." Jericho stared up at Benoit, confused. "So what'll it be Chris. Me and you, tag team gold, or you and Steph with champion gold?"
"Well, I, uh." Chris gulped but Benoit turned to leave. "I guess Steph, I'm sorry."
"You'll soon see, how sorry you are." Beniot left Jericho afraid like a little boy. The camera went off and the Raw entro began. Benoit went back in the room. "Man I missed you!"
"Ditto man!" Chris hugged him. "But you weren't due back until Backlash an that's in about two months. How are you doing?"
"I fully recovered, even earlier than expected." Benoit grinned. "Glad to see me?"
"Does Garfield like lasagna?" Jericho joked.
"Yup, nothing's changed." Benoit laughed. "Well, I better get ready for the match."
"Wait, are you sure you're ready?" Jericho asked, a bit concerned for his friend.
"Believe me, I'm fine." Benoit left.
"Tomo ali gato Mr. Roboto!" Jericho grinned but was still a little worried. The last match came suddenly as Jericho and Stephanie were in the ring watching the moments ago footage taken during the break. Hogan and Goldust were challenging each other for a match at Smack Down in a hardcore steel cage match. The crowd was still roaring with joy when none other than Chris Benoit's music sounded. They gave a standing ovation as their hero had returned. After the Chris's were in the ring, Kurt came out (with the "you suck" chant going in full blast), followed by Triple H. The tag team match began, Kurt and Hunter were starting things out. As the match grew to its end, Chris was laying in the ring when Triple H went to tag in his partner, Benoit. The Chris's circled each other but before they began to fight, Jericho turned to Kurt and both of them jumped him. The crowd went wild with confusement but happiness. Was the Canadian Chris Connection back together? As the show ended, Triple H was left beating up Kurt in the ring, while Stephanie was staring in amazement at the two Chris's. Backstage, everyone was in Jericho's room.
"So it's official," Hunter was saying. "You've agreed to drop the titles to me at WrestleMania this Sunday?"
"Yes, and Stephanie will be back with you too right?" Chris asked and Hunter nodded. "Ok Paul, you go tell Flair and Vince." They left the two Chris's in the room. "Man, you still got it in you." Jericho said as he rubbed his head. "You need to train some more."
"Oh, and what is that supposed to mean?" Benoit laughed but stopped, Chris was in real pain. "I knew I fumbled on that move, but I didn't know I hurt you that bad. Are you sure you're ok?"
"I dunno, it's hurts pretty bad." Jericho said, rubbing his neck harder now.
"Look, we'd better get you to the trainer." Benoit said, but Jericho shook his head no. "Look Chris, we don't know how hurt you are and tomorrow on SmackDown you could be hurt even more." Jericho still disagreed. Benoit sighed and left. As they were leaving, Benoit passed the training room to find Lita talking to the Hardy Boys. "What's up?"
"Chris is in there Chris." Jeff said.
"Yea, he passed out and looked hurt." Matt added. Chris groaned and the four of them went into the room to find Jericho with his head in bandages while the trainer was looking for some aspirin.
"Irvine you moron." Chris muttered.
"Irvine you genius." Jericho joked but held his neck as he took the pills.
"You'll be better by your match tomorrow if you rest." The trainer said. They all left and headed back to the hotel.
"What did I tell you?" Benoit growled. "How dense are you?"
"Hey, give the kid a break." Kurt replied as he joined them in the elevator. When they came to their floor, Triple H and Stephanie were waiting.
"How's the head?" He asked.
"More flat headed than fractured Paul." Chris laughed, making this all a big joke.
"You could have been hurt." Benoit cut in.
"You have been gone for a while." Stephanie stared blankly at him and they all went to their rooms.
"Look, I'm sorry man." Jericho said and rubbed his head. "Hey, we can talk some more tomorrow, ok?"
"Yea, ok." Benoit grinned. He went to bed thinking, at least we're back together and will win the tag team titles. Perhaps I am taking this to serious, maybe Steph and Paul were rubbing onto him without me and Kurt to provide the proper guidance? Nah, everything will be fine tomorrow, I just know it.