(A/N) Hey people. Thanks for the reviews so far as always. I really enjoy reading what you guys think of my story and your support keeps me keeping on with this story. And as it was with the first instalment, my stories are never fixed. I always write my stories as I go along and so they are subject to influence by you guys. So if you have any suggestions of characters or plot points, don't hesitate to tell me through a message or a review. I will take all suggestions into consideration.
All characters portrayed in this story belong to the WWE and to themselves. The only exceptions so far being Chris' brother and mother. They are figures of my imagination and are not intended to represent Chris' real life relatives. On with the story.
Chris woke up to the sound of running water in the shower. He opened his eyes slowly, but shut them almost instantly as someone had drawn the curtains and the light burned his corneas. He his eyes a rub, then opening them again, he chanced a peek at the clock on the bedside table. 8:32 am.
"What the hell…" Chris muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes again but it was no use. He was already up. The sound of water stopped as Chris rolled over and let his feet hang off the edge of the bed. The door to the bathroom opened and out walked his girlfriend Barbie Blank wrapped in two towels, one around her body and one around her hair. She insisted he call her Kelly though, citing the dislike of her name as the reason. The shapely blonde walked over to the closet without even acknowledging Chris. It was no secret their relationship was growing stale.
"Is that my towel you got wrapped around your head?" Chris enquired offhandedly, not really caring what the answer was.
"Yeah. So?" Came the reply.
Jericho realised he had made a big mistake and gotten himself into an argument that he really didn't want to be having at 8:30 in the morning. He tried to diffuse the situation. "No nothing. Just wondering"
"Then why did you ask if it was nothing?"
"I was just wondering. That's all."
"Oh sure. Just wondering." Her voice was dripping with sniping sarcasm. "You are full of shit. If you have something to say to me just say it."
At this point Jericho knew there was nothing he could say to get out of it so he just said the first thing that came to his mind. "Look, I just think you could have used a different towel that's all. Cause now when I go to shower, my towel is going to be all wet but it's no big deal."
At this point, Kelly had turned around to face Chris. She had taken the towel off her head and had it in her hand. "You can just get a fresh towel can't you?" The level of her voice was rising steadily. "I don't know why you are making such a big deal about this!!" She was pretty much screaming now.
"I'm making a big deal out of it? Can you even hear yourself?" Chris was on his feet now. He turned his back on his fuming girlfriend and began walking to the bathroom.
Kelly threw the soppy towel at Jericho's back. "Here! Have your stupid towel! You fucking asshole!"
Chris shut the bathroom door before she could throw anything else at him. "Why god? What did I do to deserve this?" Chris remonstrated.
Having had a shower and eaten his breakfast, Chris found himself with a distinct lack of things to do. His girlfriend was out shopping and he was sitting on the couch watching trashy daytime T.V. He was usually never up this early, and normally he would go straight to the office after waking up but it was too early for that. Although it was quite chilly outside, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so Chris decided to visit a place he hadn't been in a few months. He grabbed his coat and keys and left the house.
The cold air was biting at his exposed face. The wind was blowing his hair every which way. But Jericho couldn't care less. His attention and his focus were solely on the two tombstones which stuck up from the hard soil in the cemetery where his mother and his brother lay, both casualties of the underground wars a few years ago. He hadn't had a chance to visit them in a while so he was making up for lost time, standing out there in the cold. The stones were getting kinda dirty and mouldy and he made a note to bring a bucket and scrub the next time he came. The grass was getting long so he would have a talk with the groundsman after he was done. He would also bring some flowers next time.
"Sorry I haven't come to see you guys in a while." Chris said to his two loved ones. He had no shame talking to their stones. "Work has been keeping me busy, and things aren't going too well at home. It just seems like me and Kelly are fighting all the time. You would have liked her though Rick." He smiled at his older brother's tombstone. "Not too much going on up in there." Chris joked pointing to his head. "Just the way you like it huh?" A vibration in his pocket brought Chris back to reality.
"Hello?"
"Hey Chris, it's me." Adam's voice came through from the other side of the line.
"Hey Edge."
"Sorry to wake you but I need to talk to you."
"No you didn't wake me, I'm up. What's going on? Is everything ok?"
Chris asked. He could tell his friend was nervous about something.
"I kinda need to talk to you in person. Where are you? Are you at home? I'll come over."
"No I'm not at home. Look, I'll meet you in the office. I'm on my way now."
"Ok. See you there in 10."
Chris hung up the phone. He put the thing back in his pocket and folded his arms.
"Well…I gotta go. Business, you know how it is. I guess I'll see you guys later." Chris glanced one last time at the names on the two tombstones. 'Lisa Caroline Thompson' and 'Richard Taylor Jericho'. Jeez he missed them.
When Jericho got to his empty club, Edge was already there waiting for him. The two men went into Jericho's office so they could talk freely without fear of cleaning staff walking in on them.
"Now Chris, I want you to hear me out before you say anything ok?" Chris had barely settled himself down in his chair before Edge had made his nervous sounding request.
"Yeah alright." Chris replied warily. Something was up that was making Edge edgy.
"One of Randy's guys approached me on the way out of the club last night. Told me something very intriguing."
"Randy Orton? He better not be trying to move in on us."
"No no. It's nothing like that. Have you heard of a man named Vincent McMahon?" Edge asked.
"Yeah. Vince McMahon. He runs the underground business in New Jersey right?"
"Yeah. The guy pretty much owns Jersey. Anyway, Randy's guy came up to me last night, and told me that Vince McMahon is looking to move in on New York. Now at first I didn't believe him. I didn't even know who this guy telling me all this was. But later that night, I got a phone call from one of my contacts over in Jersey. He says it's true. The McMahon gang is on the way over."
Chris sat silent in his chair, processing what Adam had just told him. If what Adam had just told him was true, he would have a major problem on his hands. It's been said that the McMahon gang is more powerful than the New Jersey State Police. It's been said that they control all the underworld dealings going in and out of New Jersey. Because Chris was one of three gangs operating in New York, the power between the trio is split. But the McMahon gang has sole power. Chris was about to make his reply but Edge beat him to the punch.
"There's more."
"More?"
"Randy Orton wants to meet with us."
"Meet with us?" Chris repeated.
"Yeah. Tonight at 11pm at his club, 'RKO'."
(A/N) Hmmm…well I thought that was better than the first chapter, which was just brutal to write. This one seemed to flow out a little easier. But in any case it's not my opinion that counts…it's yours, so review and tell me what you thought. Peace.
