"Daddy I'm bored,"Lizzie whined, laying across the couch.
"Look Elizabeth, go run a muck. Just don't get into any trouble or I'm sending you back home to your mother," Mark scolded.
"Okay, okay." Lizzie got up, brushing off her knee length black skirt, and lilac button down shirt that had 3/4th sleaves.
She exited, her blonde hair bouncing a bit. She looked like a spitting image of her mother. Elizabeth Calloway, Mark and Sara Calloway's daughter was brought on tour because she'd just graduated high school over a year or two ago. You wouldn't even think she was the Undertaker's daughter at all. She looked nothing like him. She did have that spitfire attitude though.
"Let's see.." She said to herself walking down the hall.
She stopped at a door marked "Y2J" on it. She decided to get into some mischeive. Looking around, making sure no one was there. She opened the door slowly and saw no signs of a person in there.
"What are you doing?" A voice rang from behind.
Lizzie jumped turning around. She saw none other than the person who was to occupy the room, Chris Jericho.
"I..uh.. um... I-I.."Lizzie stammered, not knowing quite what to say when she was inches away from his face.
"I thought so," Jericho smirked.
"I-I.. I just came to see what you were doing..if..if you needed anything?" She tried making an excuse for her being there.
"Oh come on. That isn't the reason you're at the Ayahtolla of Rock-n-Rolla's dressing room," Jericho knew she was lying.
Lizzie was defeated. She couldn't come up with anything else to say. She just felt the stare of peircing blue eyes on her face. Chris couldn't help but smile.
"You probably wanted to catch me changing. Isn't that right?" Chris said, trying to intimidate Lizzie.
Lizzie tryed denying this with a hard slap to his face,"Never."
Sucking up the slap, Chris turned his head back to look at Lizzie. He gave her that cocky Jericho smirk and looked her up and down. Her body was pinned up against the closed door. Jericho tilted his head to the side, and thought of some sadistic thing to say or do to her.
"I know what you want," Jericho smirked.
"Oh yeah. What's that?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow.
"Lets go into my locker room and I can show you,"He chuckled his Jericho laugh.
"Look Elizabeth, go run a muck. Just don't get into any trouble or I'm sending you back home to your mother," Mark scolded.
"Okay, okay." Lizzie got up, brushing off her knee length black skirt, and lilac button down shirt that had 3/4th sleaves.
She exited, her blonde hair bouncing a bit. She looked like a spitting image of her mother. Elizabeth Calloway, Mark and Sara Calloway's daughter was brought on tour because she'd just graduated high school over a year or two ago. You wouldn't even think she was the Undertaker's daughter at all. She looked nothing like him. She did have that spitfire attitude though.
"Let's see.." She said to herself walking down the hall.
She stopped at a door marked "Y2J" on it. She decided to get into some mischeive. Looking around, making sure no one was there. She opened the door slowly and saw no signs of a person in there.
"What are you doing?" A voice rang from behind.
Lizzie jumped turning around. She saw none other than the person who was to occupy the room, Chris Jericho.
"I..uh.. um... I-I.."Lizzie stammered, not knowing quite what to say when she was inches away from his face.
"I thought so," Jericho smirked.
"I-I.. I just came to see what you were doing..if..if you needed anything?" She tried making an excuse for her being there.
"Oh come on. That isn't the reason you're at the Ayahtolla of Rock-n-Rolla's dressing room," Jericho knew she was lying.
Lizzie was defeated. She couldn't come up with anything else to say. She just felt the stare of peircing blue eyes on her face. Chris couldn't help but smile.
"You probably wanted to catch me changing. Isn't that right?" Chris said, trying to intimidate Lizzie.
Lizzie tryed denying this with a hard slap to his face,"Never."
Sucking up the slap, Chris turned his head back to look at Lizzie. He gave her that cocky Jericho smirk and looked her up and down. Her body was pinned up against the closed door. Jericho tilted his head to the side, and thought of some sadistic thing to say or do to her.
"I know what you want," Jericho smirked.
"Oh yeah. What's that?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow.
"Lets go into my locker room and I can show you,"He chuckled his Jericho laugh.