Authors Note: I don't own Chris Jericho (Chris Irvine), Molly Holly (Nora
Greenwald), Christian (Jason Reso), Brock Lesnar, Shawn Michaels (Michael
Hickenbottom), or any other wrestler that may appear in this story.
Although I wish I owned Brock Lesnar, hehe. Ok, anyway.
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Chris Jericho was walking around backstage thinking about the match he had just finished. Brock Lesnar had used the F-5, which really took a toll on him. He regained his composure though, and put Brock in the Walls of Jericho. Chris would have had that match won if it wouldn't have been for Shawn Michael's interference. "Damn him", he thought outloud. "He cost me my match." Chris was so caught up in his thoughts that he rammed right into Molly Holly. He looked down at the floor to see who he had just knocked down. Nora immediately put a frown on her face and looked up at him. Chris got a smirk on his face and said, "Why don't you watch where you're going, wide load. You could seriously injure someone with that trunk of yours". Nora was starting to grow impatient with him. She replied, "If I remember correctly, Chris, you are the one who wasn't watching where you were going. And aren't you going to help me up?"
Chris was rather amused at the situation. He was standing directly above her while she sat there on the ground on her rather large butt. Why should I help her? he thought. Nora saw that he wasn't going to help her anytime soon, so she started to get up on her own. "Ok ok, I'll help you. Here, give me your hand," Chris finally said. Nora reached her hand up and grabbed ahold of Chris'. He pulled her up too quickly though and when she was finally standing, she stumbled and fell against him, which pushed him against the wall.
Chris raised his eyebrow at her and Nora blushed a little then pulled away to apologize. Before she could say anything, Chris pulled her back against him and got inches from her face. "If you wanted me, you could have just said so," he said, grinning. Nora's mouth dropped open and she smacked him hard across the face. Chris immediately held his hand up to his cheek, which would probably be a dark red any time now. "How dare you assume such a thing. I wouldn't want you if you were the last man on Earth, I can guarantee you that." She looked down when she felt Chris' hands go down gently to her hips. His touch sent a shiver through her body. 'Whoa, what am I doing? This is ridiculous', she thought. She immediately shoved him and backed away a few steps.
"I don't know what kind of a woman you think I am, Christopher Irvine, but I'm not the type of girl to fall into your trap so you can have your way with me", and with that, she walked off. Chris raised his hand up to his cheek again, which was now a bright pink. 'Damn, she has a lot of force behind that hand of hers', he thought outloud.
Chris continued his walk down the hallway, but for some reason, his thoughts kept going back to his encounter with Nora. He sighed with relief when he finally reached the locker room. He was ready to get out of there.
Christian looked up and saw Chris walk in the door. "Hey bud, what's up?"
"Nothing," Chris mumbled. He started to throw things out of his bag, some of which landed on the other side of the room.
"Dude, are you sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine!" he yelled.
Jay held his hands up as if he were surrendering. "Fine. Sorry I asked."
Chris let out a long sigh and apologized to Jay. He explained to Jay that he just went through a horrible match-up with Brock Lesnar, and his encounter with Nora didn't help any. Jay gave Chris a questioning look, but decided to keep his mouth shut until he calmed down.
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Chris Jericho was walking around backstage thinking about the match he had just finished. Brock Lesnar had used the F-5, which really took a toll on him. He regained his composure though, and put Brock in the Walls of Jericho. Chris would have had that match won if it wouldn't have been for Shawn Michael's interference. "Damn him", he thought outloud. "He cost me my match." Chris was so caught up in his thoughts that he rammed right into Molly Holly. He looked down at the floor to see who he had just knocked down. Nora immediately put a frown on her face and looked up at him. Chris got a smirk on his face and said, "Why don't you watch where you're going, wide load. You could seriously injure someone with that trunk of yours". Nora was starting to grow impatient with him. She replied, "If I remember correctly, Chris, you are the one who wasn't watching where you were going. And aren't you going to help me up?"
Chris was rather amused at the situation. He was standing directly above her while she sat there on the ground on her rather large butt. Why should I help her? he thought. Nora saw that he wasn't going to help her anytime soon, so she started to get up on her own. "Ok ok, I'll help you. Here, give me your hand," Chris finally said. Nora reached her hand up and grabbed ahold of Chris'. He pulled her up too quickly though and when she was finally standing, she stumbled and fell against him, which pushed him against the wall.
Chris raised his eyebrow at her and Nora blushed a little then pulled away to apologize. Before she could say anything, Chris pulled her back against him and got inches from her face. "If you wanted me, you could have just said so," he said, grinning. Nora's mouth dropped open and she smacked him hard across the face. Chris immediately held his hand up to his cheek, which would probably be a dark red any time now. "How dare you assume such a thing. I wouldn't want you if you were the last man on Earth, I can guarantee you that." She looked down when she felt Chris' hands go down gently to her hips. His touch sent a shiver through her body. 'Whoa, what am I doing? This is ridiculous', she thought. She immediately shoved him and backed away a few steps.
"I don't know what kind of a woman you think I am, Christopher Irvine, but I'm not the type of girl to fall into your trap so you can have your way with me", and with that, she walked off. Chris raised his hand up to his cheek again, which was now a bright pink. 'Damn, she has a lot of force behind that hand of hers', he thought outloud.
Chris continued his walk down the hallway, but for some reason, his thoughts kept going back to his encounter with Nora. He sighed with relief when he finally reached the locker room. He was ready to get out of there.
Christian looked up and saw Chris walk in the door. "Hey bud, what's up?"
"Nothing," Chris mumbled. He started to throw things out of his bag, some of which landed on the other side of the room.
"Dude, are you sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine!" he yelled.
Jay held his hands up as if he were surrendering. "Fine. Sorry I asked."
Chris let out a long sigh and apologized to Jay. He explained to Jay that he just went through a horrible match-up with Brock Lesnar, and his encounter with Nora didn't help any. Jay gave Chris a questioning look, but decided to keep his mouth shut until he calmed down.