Title: Killing Me Softly
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairing; Victoria/Jericho
Disclaimer: all characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just
own the idea. The title of this story is from the song "Killing me
Softly" by The Fugees. Originally by Roberta Flack, Lyrics are included in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13 (So far)
Summary: The sound of two voices, how long can they resist? (It's the best I could do. I kinda suck at summaries)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :) Reviews please, pretty please? (Don't make me beg)
She didn't know how or when, but somewhere along the line she became his new Stephanie. Even though what Chris Jericho said on-screen was mostly scripted, Chris Irvine went the extra mile to insult her.
"Please, you psycho bitch, the only date you have is the anti-virus program that scans your laptop on Friday night." The crowd roared at his comment, not knowing that it was an inside joke between her and some of the divas, normally taken in good humor, but obviously not here. She wondered how he found out.
"The only reason Goldberg hangs out with you is because you're cheaper than his last ho." He drawled in the way only Chris Jericho knew how. She stood on the ramp playing his insults off as anger, when in truth, they cut her like knives. The things he said about her never having a date and about men mostly being afraid of her were true, and he knew it.
Half the time she thought she was on the verge tears, but she couldn't let him know that, that would just give him more power than he already had. "What's wrong Vicky, cat got your tongue, certainly no man has it."
She swallowed her tears as Goldberg ran by her, heading for the ring and Jericho. She kept her place on the ramp and watched the brawl ensue, she wasn't interfering tonight, she was just a distraction so Goldberg could get Jericho off his guard. But Chris was always on his guard, in and out the ring, always looking for the next opportunity, the next insult, didn't the guy ever take a break?
She saw Jericho getting away, she jumped to the side when he came up the ramp, knowing he had a habit of kissing the women he'd pissed off, and she did not want to kiss Chris in the least.
Goldberg followed up the ramp, but instead of chasing after Chris, he stopped in front of her, then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She tried with her might not to gag, after all, this was her job, and puking when your man shows you affection doesn't look good on TV. He leaned closer and said "Don't worry, Babe, we'll get him next time." Then they walk back behind the curtain
"Come here, Baby." Said Goldberg, once they were behind the curtain, pulling her even closer with an arm still around her waist.
"Eat maggots and die, Goldberg." She spat, untangling herself for him, "I'm not your baby, and my name is Lisa." She stormed off, not before turning around and throwing a dirty towel in his face. She hated this storyline, having to work with two men she didn't like: one who got his balls off by offending her, and the other who had the hots for her and just because she tolerated him onscreen, (they're supposed to be 'together') and didn't seem to know how to take 'no' for an answer.
Granted, she still got to have great women's matches and was a title contender, so pissing off management wasn't a good idea, besides how long could hell last, anyway? She sighed as she walked into the diva's locker room, she could always come and change in here, sometimes, like tonight, she and Goldberg were assigned to share a locker room, but she rarely stayed, there was something incredibly icky about thought of Goldberg walking in on her naked. She unzipped her bag, digging around to find some jeans and shirt.
"Trouble in paradise?" came a cocky voice she knew too well. Some days she thought it would be the death of her.
"Fuck off, Jericho."
"Tisk, tisk, my name's not Jericho." He taunted from his position leaning against the doorway.
"No, but it's still fuck off." She snapped back.
"Lisa, that's not nice, and I was expressing genuine concern for your and Greenbean's relationship." He mocked, enough to make her blood boil.
"I'd rather poke hot skewers in my eyes and fall backwards into a pit of red fire ants and have them eat me alive." She said with a genuine amount of sincerity, "I'd sooner date... well.. You." she gestured at him with a disgusted look on her face.
"That's extreme."
"Yeah, you're right, I'd much rather be eaten by ants than date you."
"Well at least I can get a date." he snapped.
"Who you and Rosy palms?" she smirked as the cocky smile fell from Chris's face, "Quit while you're behind, Irvine." She put emphasis on his last name, "Bye, bye." She waved as he stormed out. She smiled, that little encounter had actually made her feel better.
A/N: like it? What more? Review please; let me know what you think.
Author: Rachel
E-mail: Edgechick816@aol.com
Category: WWE
Pairing; Victoria/Jericho
Disclaimer: all characters belong to the WWE and themselves. I just
own the idea. The title of this story is from the song "Killing me
Softly" by The Fugees. Originally by Roberta Flack, Lyrics are included in the story.
Distribution: Ask first
Rating: PG13 (So far)
Summary: The sound of two voices, how long can they resist? (It's the best I could do. I kinda suck at summaries)
Feedback: Is loved and much appreciated :) Reviews please, pretty please? (Don't make me beg)
She didn't know how or when, but somewhere along the line she became his new Stephanie. Even though what Chris Jericho said on-screen was mostly scripted, Chris Irvine went the extra mile to insult her.
"Please, you psycho bitch, the only date you have is the anti-virus program that scans your laptop on Friday night." The crowd roared at his comment, not knowing that it was an inside joke between her and some of the divas, normally taken in good humor, but obviously not here. She wondered how he found out.
"The only reason Goldberg hangs out with you is because you're cheaper than his last ho." He drawled in the way only Chris Jericho knew how. She stood on the ramp playing his insults off as anger, when in truth, they cut her like knives. The things he said about her never having a date and about men mostly being afraid of her were true, and he knew it.
Half the time she thought she was on the verge tears, but she couldn't let him know that, that would just give him more power than he already had. "What's wrong Vicky, cat got your tongue, certainly no man has it."
She swallowed her tears as Goldberg ran by her, heading for the ring and Jericho. She kept her place on the ramp and watched the brawl ensue, she wasn't interfering tonight, she was just a distraction so Goldberg could get Jericho off his guard. But Chris was always on his guard, in and out the ring, always looking for the next opportunity, the next insult, didn't the guy ever take a break?
She saw Jericho getting away, she jumped to the side when he came up the ramp, knowing he had a habit of kissing the women he'd pissed off, and she did not want to kiss Chris in the least.
Goldberg followed up the ramp, but instead of chasing after Chris, he stopped in front of her, then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She tried with her might not to gag, after all, this was her job, and puking when your man shows you affection doesn't look good on TV. He leaned closer and said "Don't worry, Babe, we'll get him next time." Then they walk back behind the curtain
"Come here, Baby." Said Goldberg, once they were behind the curtain, pulling her even closer with an arm still around her waist.
"Eat maggots and die, Goldberg." She spat, untangling herself for him, "I'm not your baby, and my name is Lisa." She stormed off, not before turning around and throwing a dirty towel in his face. She hated this storyline, having to work with two men she didn't like: one who got his balls off by offending her, and the other who had the hots for her and just because she tolerated him onscreen, (they're supposed to be 'together') and didn't seem to know how to take 'no' for an answer.
Granted, she still got to have great women's matches and was a title contender, so pissing off management wasn't a good idea, besides how long could hell last, anyway? She sighed as she walked into the diva's locker room, she could always come and change in here, sometimes, like tonight, she and Goldberg were assigned to share a locker room, but she rarely stayed, there was something incredibly icky about thought of Goldberg walking in on her naked. She unzipped her bag, digging around to find some jeans and shirt.
"Trouble in paradise?" came a cocky voice she knew too well. Some days she thought it would be the death of her.
"Fuck off, Jericho."
"Tisk, tisk, my name's not Jericho." He taunted from his position leaning against the doorway.
"No, but it's still fuck off." She snapped back.
"Lisa, that's not nice, and I was expressing genuine concern for your and Greenbean's relationship." He mocked, enough to make her blood boil.
"I'd rather poke hot skewers in my eyes and fall backwards into a pit of red fire ants and have them eat me alive." She said with a genuine amount of sincerity, "I'd sooner date... well.. You." she gestured at him with a disgusted look on her face.
"That's extreme."
"Yeah, you're right, I'd much rather be eaten by ants than date you."
"Well at least I can get a date." he snapped.
"Who you and Rosy palms?" she smirked as the cocky smile fell from Chris's face, "Quit while you're behind, Irvine." She put emphasis on his last name, "Bye, bye." She waved as he stormed out. She smiled, that little encounter had actually made her feel better.
A/N: like it? What more? Review please; let me know what you think.