A/N- Thank you all for the reviews. I'm glad you like this. It shouldn't take me to long to post chapters, maybe one a day. I started with Chris because I figured he would be the easiest to write. Tell me what you think.

"Mr. Jericho, how are you doing today?" The counselor asked.

"Where's the couch? Why in the hell is there no couch for me to lay on?"

"That's a thing for the movies, we use good old chairs here."

"Is that your way of saying I'm not good enough for a couch?"

"I assure you that is not the reason."

"Do you know who I am Tim?" Chris asks, calling him by his first name, although told to call him Dr. Williams. Tim picked up the folder in front of him and scanned it.

"Chris Jericho."

"That's right. Chris Jericho. First ever undisputed champion. I shouldn't be here anyway, but since I am, I should get a couch."

"I'm sorry about the couch. But Mr. McMahon believes it would be best if we figure out why you and the other men don't get along that well. He said the backstage area before Raw is hell."

"It's jealousy. They are all jealous of me. This dates back to when I first started wrestling. They have always resented me for being better then them."

"Is that why you insisted on an immediate title shot when you returned a few months ago?" Tim asks, jotting down some notes.

"Yes. I'm better then Randy Orton. WWE needed saved from him."

"Then why didn't you win?"

"It was that damn JBL, he kicked my head. I had the walls locked in, Orton was ready to tap, I had the match won."

"I see. Are you married Chris?"

"Of course the ayatollah is married. Are you trying to ask if I'm gay? I'm not Cody!" Chris yells at him.

"Are you sure Cody is gay Chris?"

"Of course I am. The boy says things I don't understand, hugs Bob in the ring, never hooks up with girls. He is gay."

"Did you ever ask him if he was gay?"

"Yes."

"So he admitted her was gay then?"

"No, he keeps saying he isn't."

"I think your judgmental."

"Listen assclown. I am not judgmental. Now hurry up and end this thing, I got better things to do."

"Your conceited and pushy." Tim continues, writing down more notes.

"I'm going to kick your ass like I did Shawn Michaels at WrestleMania 19." Chris threatens.

"If I remember correctly, you lost that match."

"What does any of this have to do with me getting along with those other monkeys?"

"Nothing yet, just getting a little back information. We can move on now if you like."

"Good, get on with it Junior."

"I'll go over the list of men, and you tell me what you think of them in one word."

"Great. Let's make this quick."

"Randy Orton?"

"Assclown."

"Cody Rhodes?"

"Gay."

"John Cena?"

"Monkey."

"Hunter Helmsley?"

"Jackass."

"Shawn Michaels?"

"Old." Chris finished.

"You didn't say one positive thing about any of them." Tim commented, writing down more notes.

"There's nothing positive to say about them."

"If you dislike these men so much, why do you talk to them."

"Hey Junior, they talk to me. Not that I blame them of course. I am a better wrestler than any of them."

"Even though at one point they all beat you in a match?"

"I object. Cody never beat me, and I was having an off day with the rest."

"If I remember correctly, wasn't John Cena the reason you got fired two years ago?"

"I thought you were supposed to make me like him, not hate him more?"

"First I have to figure out why you don't like him."

"Well hurry up and figure out why I hate him so I can leave."

"Mr. McMahon ordered an hour session, you have fifteen minutes to go."

"I think I'm better suited as the counselor. I clearly don't belong here. The others, yes, me, no."

"I don't think so Chris."

"Let me ask you some questions Jim."

"It's Tim."

"Do you get along with all your co-workers Jim?"

"Well no."

"Then you must have a problem. Let's try to figure out what it is."

"Chris, your missing..."

"It's Mr. Jericho. Tell me why you don't get along with all your co-workers. We need to get to the bottom of this problem."

"Listen..."

"Hurry up, we are running out of time. I don't have all night Jim."

"We are just different. It's impossible to get along with everybody." Tim says.

"Then what the hell am I doing here Junior? So there are five people I don't get along with, so what?"

"Mr. McMahon said you don't get along with no one though." As soon as the sentence was out of his mouth, the small timer on the desk went off, signaling time was up."

"It was nice talking to you Jimmy, I hope we can do it sometime again." Chris says, standing up and walking out the door.

"I hope the others aren't like that." Tim said to himself. He got no where with Chris at all.

A/N- Next up, Hunter. Will it go better than Chris's did?