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Jericho watched as Trish was being beaten by the Billion Dollar Princess and the
jackass commissioner, William Regal. Chris Jericho felt a feeling that was bubbling up
inside and so he grabbed the chair he was sitting in and ran out to help the fallen Trish
Stratus.
Stephanie seen Jericho running down the ramp with steel chair in hand, and she
was instantly out of the ring. Regal, however wasn't so lucky and as he turned to see what
made Stephanie run he was introduced to a steel chair, via Chris Jericho.
Chris went to the lovely Trish Stratus who was slowly recovering from the beat
down. She looked at Chris with confusion in her brown eyes, Chris looked down at her
and smiled. She was beginning to stand up and Chris helped her back to her locker room.
After Trish was in her locker room Chris Jericho got her an ice pack and left.
'What was that about?' she mentally asked herself 'Why would he help me of all people?
He certainly did it just because he hates Commissioner Regal. It is the only logical reason.'
She got up and went to go to Chris' locker room.
'Why did I help her, I'm supposed to hate everyone.' Chris thought. He was trying
to think of why he helped her, afterall she was just a dumb, blonde, slut. 'Much like
Stephanie, only prettier, and blonde.' He thought. 'Stop thinking like this Chris, she's just
a slut. The only reason I helped her is because Regal was attacking her and I hate
Regal....or is it?' Y2J mentally kicked himself for thinking like that.
Chris heard a slight tap on the door. "Come in." He yelled so the other person
could hear him. When the door opened he seen that it was Trish. "What brings you by
here Trish?" "I just wanted to come and thank you for helping me back there." "No
problem." "I'm going to find a way to pay you back, I don't think I can be much help in
the ring, but I can try." She moved closer to Chris and surprised them both by hugging
him. She excused herself from his locker room.
'Wow.' Chris thought after she left. Regal barged into his locker room before
Jericho's thought's could continue. "Mr. Jericho, since you decided to stick your nose
where it didn't belong, on Monday night there will be a match. You miserable little toe-rag
had better show." Chris felt anger welling up inside him when Regal called Trish a
'wench'. "Don't worry about me, Jerky. I will be there, you can count on that, not only
will I kick whoever's ass that you put me up against, but I'll do so much more then that,
by the way, how was the pee?" Regal made a disgusted face and said, "Well I will give
you the pleasure of informing the wench that she also has a match Monday night." Regal
then left.
'Oh my God, I can't believe I did that.' She thought once she was half way down
the hall. "Hello, mamacita. Would you like to go party with me and my homies tonight?
We need another lovely lady like yourself." She recognized that irritating Spanish accent.
She turned around to see Eddie Guerreo leaning against the wall. "No Eddie." "Are you
sure about this?" "Yes I'm sure that I don't want to go anywhere with a scumbag like
you." Trish turned around to go back to her locker room when Eddie attacked her from
behind.
Jericho was trying to catch up to Trish when he seen Eddie attack her. That feeling
surfaced again and he couldn't control it. He attacked Eddie and after a few minutes of
brawling with each other, the referres seperated them and Eddie walked back to the
Radicalz locker room. Chris shoved the refs away from him and checked on Trish. 'Why
do I feel like I have to keep protecting her?' He mentally questioned himself. He picked
her up and carried her back to his locker room. "Eddie will pay." He muttered as he
walked back towards his locker room.
Trish woke up in an unfamiliar locker room. She looked around until she spotted
Chris with her brown eyes. She smiled dispite her condition, it was good to see his
handsome features. "What happened, the last thing I remember is Eddie attacking me."
"Well, consider this you're lucky day, not only did I save you from Stephanie and Regal
but I also saved you from Eddie." Trish's smile grew. "Thanks." "Willie Regal came in
here not too long ago and told me that I had a match on Monday and so do you. We
probably won't know who were fighting until Monday night." "Yeah, you're right about
that."
The door flew open and Regal stormed into Y2J's locker room. "Listen here,
Jericho, you will have a match against Eddie Guerreo, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley and
myself. Your partner will be this little back-stabbing wench, Trish Stratus." "Do you ever
knock?" Jericho asked him before Regal stormed back out. "Well it looks like I might be
repaying the favors sooner than I thought." Trish said. "Yeah, we should train together to
get to know each other's in ring style that way we'll knock their socks off on Monday."
"Yeah, how about tomorrow at 7:30." "Sounds good." Trish looked at Jericho and
thought 'I think I'm falling in love." She didn't know that good 'ole Y2J was thinking the
exact same thing.
Author's Note: Well I hope that you like it, let me know what you think. My email is AnimeGurl1550@hotmail.com, gamer0571@hotmail.com and my AIM Name is AnimeDragoness, so if you ever wanna talk, I'm usually on AIM.
Jericho watched as Trish was being beaten by the Billion Dollar Princess and the
jackass commissioner, William Regal. Chris Jericho felt a feeling that was bubbling up
inside and so he grabbed the chair he was sitting in and ran out to help the fallen Trish
Stratus.
Stephanie seen Jericho running down the ramp with steel chair in hand, and she
was instantly out of the ring. Regal, however wasn't so lucky and as he turned to see what
made Stephanie run he was introduced to a steel chair, via Chris Jericho.
Chris went to the lovely Trish Stratus who was slowly recovering from the beat
down. She looked at Chris with confusion in her brown eyes, Chris looked down at her
and smiled. She was beginning to stand up and Chris helped her back to her locker room.
After Trish was in her locker room Chris Jericho got her an ice pack and left.
'What was that about?' she mentally asked herself 'Why would he help me of all people?
He certainly did it just because he hates Commissioner Regal. It is the only logical reason.'
She got up and went to go to Chris' locker room.
'Why did I help her, I'm supposed to hate everyone.' Chris thought. He was trying
to think of why he helped her, afterall she was just a dumb, blonde, slut. 'Much like
Stephanie, only prettier, and blonde.' He thought. 'Stop thinking like this Chris, she's just
a slut. The only reason I helped her is because Regal was attacking her and I hate
Regal....or is it?' Y2J mentally kicked himself for thinking like that.
Chris heard a slight tap on the door. "Come in." He yelled so the other person
could hear him. When the door opened he seen that it was Trish. "What brings you by
here Trish?" "I just wanted to come and thank you for helping me back there." "No
problem." "I'm going to find a way to pay you back, I don't think I can be much help in
the ring, but I can try." She moved closer to Chris and surprised them both by hugging
him. She excused herself from his locker room.
'Wow.' Chris thought after she left. Regal barged into his locker room before
Jericho's thought's could continue. "Mr. Jericho, since you decided to stick your nose
where it didn't belong, on Monday night there will be a match. You miserable little toe-rag
had better show." Chris felt anger welling up inside him when Regal called Trish a
'wench'. "Don't worry about me, Jerky. I will be there, you can count on that, not only
will I kick whoever's ass that you put me up against, but I'll do so much more then that,
by the way, how was the pee?" Regal made a disgusted face and said, "Well I will give
you the pleasure of informing the wench that she also has a match Monday night." Regal
then left.
'Oh my God, I can't believe I did that.' She thought once she was half way down
the hall. "Hello, mamacita. Would you like to go party with me and my homies tonight?
We need another lovely lady like yourself." She recognized that irritating Spanish accent.
She turned around to see Eddie Guerreo leaning against the wall. "No Eddie." "Are you
sure about this?" "Yes I'm sure that I don't want to go anywhere with a scumbag like
you." Trish turned around to go back to her locker room when Eddie attacked her from
behind.
Jericho was trying to catch up to Trish when he seen Eddie attack her. That feeling
surfaced again and he couldn't control it. He attacked Eddie and after a few minutes of
brawling with each other, the referres seperated them and Eddie walked back to the
Radicalz locker room. Chris shoved the refs away from him and checked on Trish. 'Why
do I feel like I have to keep protecting her?' He mentally questioned himself. He picked
her up and carried her back to his locker room. "Eddie will pay." He muttered as he
walked back towards his locker room.
Trish woke up in an unfamiliar locker room. She looked around until she spotted
Chris with her brown eyes. She smiled dispite her condition, it was good to see his
handsome features. "What happened, the last thing I remember is Eddie attacking me."
"Well, consider this you're lucky day, not only did I save you from Stephanie and Regal
but I also saved you from Eddie." Trish's smile grew. "Thanks." "Willie Regal came in
here not too long ago and told me that I had a match on Monday and so do you. We
probably won't know who were fighting until Monday night." "Yeah, you're right about
that."
The door flew open and Regal stormed into Y2J's locker room. "Listen here,
Jericho, you will have a match against Eddie Guerreo, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley and
myself. Your partner will be this little back-stabbing wench, Trish Stratus." "Do you ever
knock?" Jericho asked him before Regal stormed back out. "Well it looks like I might be
repaying the favors sooner than I thought." Trish said. "Yeah, we should train together to
get to know each other's in ring style that way we'll knock their socks off on Monday."
"Yeah, how about tomorrow at 7:30." "Sounds good." Trish looked at Jericho and
thought 'I think I'm falling in love." She didn't know that good 'ole Y2J was thinking the
exact same thing.
Author's Note: Well I hope that you like it, let me know what you think. My email is AnimeGurl1550@hotmail.com, gamer0571@hotmail.com and my AIM Name is AnimeDragoness, so if you ever wanna talk, I'm usually on AIM.