Title: Savin' Me
Rated: M (Mature)
Genre(s): Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Pair(s): Chris/Phil, Jeff/Adam, etc.
Summary: Even though Phil passed his public field sobriety test, the GM still stripped him of his title. Humiliated and heartbroken, Phil knows exactly who to blame. Chris Jericho. Can their relationship survive this test?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Warning: Slash, Mentioned Alcoholism
Part: 1/? – Introduction
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"Wait a minute, Punk. This isn't over." The GM of both Raw and Smackdown said. Phil frowned, before he turned to face John Laurinaitis. "Chris Jericho, come back out to the arena."
"What is this, Laurinaitis?" Teddy asked lowly. "He's not drunk, so you can't take his title."
John shook his head, before he looked at the ravenette to his left. He motioned to Chris. "Punk, I want you to hand that title over to Chris, now."
"What? No! Like Teddy said, I'm obviously not drunk. You can't take my title." Phil said.
"On the word of Detroit's finest, you are 'obviously intoxicated'. Therefore, you have disrespected the WWE and the WWE title. Hand it over to Chris, now." John said.
Phil's eyes narrowed. "Send them back in. I'll take the test a million times! I'm… not… drunk!"
"You don't deserve a second chance." Chris hissed.
"Shut up!" Phil yelled. He was so loud that it could be picked up without a microphone.
John shook his head. "There's no need to be hostile, Punk. But if you continue to refuse to do so, I'll have to have security forcibly take the belt off of you and escort you out of the arena."
Teddy frowned. "You don't have to do this, John. Have him take a breathalizer -,"
"Did I ask for your opinion, Teddy?" John asked viciously. "No? I didn't think so."
Phil turned to Chris, desperate. "You know that I'm not drunk. You know that I would never hurt myself like that. So don't… don't make me do this."
"I… don't… care." Chris said, each word cutting into Phil like a knife. He tried to remember that this was Chris Jericho, not Chris Irvine, but in the end that didn't really help. "You're so drunk that you can't remember your own name! Don't lie to me… to the world. Admit that you've become just like your father."
Phil felt like he was about to faint, and all of the blood had drained from his face. "I think I'm about to be sick…"
Chris' cold façade fell immediately. "Phil?"
"Just… take the damn title. Take it. TAKE IT!" Phil stuffed it into Chris' unwilling arms. He took a deep, shaky breath. "And I will never be like my father. Never. And I don't need security to escort me out of the arena. I'm fully capable of doing so myself."
An uncomfortable silence settled over the arena as Phil ran off…
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A/N: I know it's short, but it's the introduction. So… what did you think? Remember to review! More reviews – faster updates!
