Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. I still don't own anyone, even though I'm working on it. Think Vince takes I.O.U.'s?
Authors Notes: This is set the night Shane bulldogged Y2J into the steel steps, causing him to hit Rock with the chair. Only difference is, Regal's out of the picture and Mick "the dick" Foley is the commissioner. As you can tell, I'm not one of his fans. Hunter is WWF champion, not rehabbing. He IS buddy buddy with Austin, and owns half the Alliance. Also, Stephanie is built a little more like Trish Stratus, this way she's petite (short) and a 6' Chris can seem threatening. I know, I'm strange. Just let me write my story, damn it!
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"....Maybe you should knock it off right now." The Rock challenged Chris Jericho. Just then, Stephanie McMahon walked into the room. Both heads turned to look at her, hate in each one of their eyes.
"Well if it isn't the WWF's biggest 'hero's'." Stephanie smirked.
"Well if it isn't ECW's biggest ho." Jericho replied, while The Rock snickered.
"You know, Jericho... I'm surprised your so cocky tonight, what with my brother *slamming* your face into those steel steps." Steph's smirk managed to get even more smug, and her eyes took on a malicious glint.
"Well if anyone knows cocky, it'd be you!" Rocky and Jericho said together.
Stephanie's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to Jericho. Rock didn't move to defend him, but kept his eyes on her. Hell if he was gonna let the bitch get one up on the WWF. Steph put her hands on her hips and glared at Jericho, seemingly forgetting that Rock was even in the room.
"You keep telling everyone what a slut I am, but you just never seem to be able to get anything from me." She taunted. Jericho raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly what 'anything' meant.
"Your right Steph. I don't get anything from you. I get *everything* from you!" He gave her his Cheshire cat grin. "By the way, think you can pencil me in again for tonight? Or are you meeting Bubba down at the County Jail? No, he was Monday wasn't he?"
Stephanie's eyes filled with tears of anger. She refused to let them spill, however. Rock winced as she pulled back and slapped Chris. The Ayatollah immediately jumped from his seat on the table and stood towering over her, a red palm print appearing on his face.
Rock could sense the fear in her, but she wasn't going to back down. This would be good.
Just then, Commissioner Mick Foley walked in, and by the I-know-something-you-don't-know smile on his face, he'd heard everything, and had something planned.
"Wow Steph.. You seem very... "aggressive" with your hands tonight." Mick remarked. Jericho snickered and added, "Come to think of it, she was pretty good with them last night, too." Stephanie's ever present glare somehow managed to get even more dangerous.
"Now calm down Steph. I have a proposition for you." Mick started. Noticing the slightly interested (but still suspicious) look on Stephanie's face, Chris just had to comment. "He said proposition, not position, Steph."
She pulled back to slap him again, but Mick caught her hand.
"Hold on there Princess, you might want to be nice to him." The new Commissioner warned.
"And I would want to be nice to this.. this.. this ASS CLOWN because..?" Rock snickered at her use of one of Jericho's most famous lines.
"BECAUSE, Steph, you might be stuck with him for awhile." At the utterly confused look on all three of their faces, Mick explained.
"You see, Princess, I have a match going tonight. Chris Jericho VS. your husband, Triple H, for the World Title. If Hunter wins, Jericho can never insult you again. If he does, he's fired."
Stephanie's glare turned to a big grin. She was about ready to hug him when Chris interrupted.
"Wait a minute Junior, and what if I win?" Mick's smile widened and a devious glint came to his eyes.
"If you win, Chris, you get to take the Billion Dollar Princess home with you for the weekend."
Chris looked confused, presumably wondering WHY he'd want to take her home. Stephanie, however looked horrified.
"WHAT?!" Not only did she look horrified, she looked like she was in shock... A very *angry* shock.
Rock was in the Peoples hysterics, and Mick looked like not laughing was paining him. He turned casually to Steph.
"I believe it was YOUR husband that ordered the very same match a year ago on Christmas?" He asked her. Suddenly she realized. Mick was paying her back for putting him out of business, and clearly he thought a weekend with Chris Jericho was the way to go about it.
Stephanie glared at him, mentally reminding herself to kill her mother for hiring him. She knew she didn't really have a way out of this, so she decided to make SURE Hunter won.
"Fine. Done. You got it. But your going to regret this. And it may just be the last match you ever make!" Steph hissed at him. She stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door as she went.
Mick smiled at Chris. "Have fun this weekend, Y2J." He strolled out the door, whistling as he went.
Authors Notes: This is set the night Shane bulldogged Y2J into the steel steps, causing him to hit Rock with the chair. Only difference is, Regal's out of the picture and Mick "the dick" Foley is the commissioner. As you can tell, I'm not one of his fans. Hunter is WWF champion, not rehabbing. He IS buddy buddy with Austin, and owns half the Alliance. Also, Stephanie is built a little more like Trish Stratus, this way she's petite (short) and a 6' Chris can seem threatening. I know, I'm strange. Just let me write my story, damn it!
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"....Maybe you should knock it off right now." The Rock challenged Chris Jericho. Just then, Stephanie McMahon walked into the room. Both heads turned to look at her, hate in each one of their eyes.
"Well if it isn't the WWF's biggest 'hero's'." Stephanie smirked.
"Well if it isn't ECW's biggest ho." Jericho replied, while The Rock snickered.
"You know, Jericho... I'm surprised your so cocky tonight, what with my brother *slamming* your face into those steel steps." Steph's smirk managed to get even more smug, and her eyes took on a malicious glint.
"Well if anyone knows cocky, it'd be you!" Rocky and Jericho said together.
Stephanie's eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to Jericho. Rock didn't move to defend him, but kept his eyes on her. Hell if he was gonna let the bitch get one up on the WWF. Steph put her hands on her hips and glared at Jericho, seemingly forgetting that Rock was even in the room.
"You keep telling everyone what a slut I am, but you just never seem to be able to get anything from me." She taunted. Jericho raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly what 'anything' meant.
"Your right Steph. I don't get anything from you. I get *everything* from you!" He gave her his Cheshire cat grin. "By the way, think you can pencil me in again for tonight? Or are you meeting Bubba down at the County Jail? No, he was Monday wasn't he?"
Stephanie's eyes filled with tears of anger. She refused to let them spill, however. Rock winced as she pulled back and slapped Chris. The Ayatollah immediately jumped from his seat on the table and stood towering over her, a red palm print appearing on his face.
Rock could sense the fear in her, but she wasn't going to back down. This would be good.
Just then, Commissioner Mick Foley walked in, and by the I-know-something-you-don't-know smile on his face, he'd heard everything, and had something planned.
"Wow Steph.. You seem very... "aggressive" with your hands tonight." Mick remarked. Jericho snickered and added, "Come to think of it, she was pretty good with them last night, too." Stephanie's ever present glare somehow managed to get even more dangerous.
"Now calm down Steph. I have a proposition for you." Mick started. Noticing the slightly interested (but still suspicious) look on Stephanie's face, Chris just had to comment. "He said proposition, not position, Steph."
She pulled back to slap him again, but Mick caught her hand.
"Hold on there Princess, you might want to be nice to him." The new Commissioner warned.
"And I would want to be nice to this.. this.. this ASS CLOWN because..?" Rock snickered at her use of one of Jericho's most famous lines.
"BECAUSE, Steph, you might be stuck with him for awhile." At the utterly confused look on all three of their faces, Mick explained.
"You see, Princess, I have a match going tonight. Chris Jericho VS. your husband, Triple H, for the World Title. If Hunter wins, Jericho can never insult you again. If he does, he's fired."
Stephanie's glare turned to a big grin. She was about ready to hug him when Chris interrupted.
"Wait a minute Junior, and what if I win?" Mick's smile widened and a devious glint came to his eyes.
"If you win, Chris, you get to take the Billion Dollar Princess home with you for the weekend."
Chris looked confused, presumably wondering WHY he'd want to take her home. Stephanie, however looked horrified.
"WHAT?!" Not only did she look horrified, she looked like she was in shock... A very *angry* shock.
Rock was in the Peoples hysterics, and Mick looked like not laughing was paining him. He turned casually to Steph.
"I believe it was YOUR husband that ordered the very same match a year ago on Christmas?" He asked her. Suddenly she realized. Mick was paying her back for putting him out of business, and clearly he thought a weekend with Chris Jericho was the way to go about it.
Stephanie glared at him, mentally reminding herself to kill her mother for hiring him. She knew she didn't really have a way out of this, so she decided to make SURE Hunter won.
"Fine. Done. You got it. But your going to regret this. And it may just be the last match you ever make!" Steph hissed at him. She stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door as she went.
Mick smiled at Chris. "Have fun this weekend, Y2J." He strolled out the door, whistling as he went.