There is a lot of in ring action (which I suck at writing) in this chapter so bare with me :) . Also, I hope you guys had a great Christmas!


The winner of this match and still the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus.

Her theme music echoed the place as a delighted smile was plastered on the Canadian's face. Holding up the title that she had successfully defended Trish took in the cheers from the fans that was just as happy about the outcome as she was. Survivor Series was a success.

Stepping through the curtains she was surprised by the applause that erupted from the backstage crew and her fellow wrestlers. Another grateful smile grew on her face as she bowed physically thanking everyone for their support. Once the claps died down and eventually faded away Trish went about looking for her best friend.

Before taking another step further she felt a light tap on her shoulder turning around to see Chris. "You were great out there," he said with a smile. Followed by a light kiss.

Trish returned the kiss, practically glowing now. "Thank you."

"We have to celebrate."

"Celebrate? Nah I'm really not feeling it…" Trish said holding onto her back. Even though she won her title defense the match was pretty intense. It was the furthest thing from an easy win.

"C'mon Trish you deserve this," Jericho pleaded.

"If your team wins in the Survivor Series 10 man tag match tonight, we'll go out and celebrate." Trish presented a smile. "All of us."

Jericho gave a confident smile of his own looking down at the diva stroking her chin. "You don't have to worry about that."

"Just be careful, I want my first ever undisputed champ to be well enough to have fun tonight."

"Given," Jericho said. "I have something to take care of, see you soon?"

"Yeah, sure. I wanted to find Lita anyways." Trish said giving his hands a squeeze. Jericho didn't let go of her hand as she walked forward. Playfully keeping hold of her hand, Jericho watched her walk a few inches forward giving a smile looking back before breaking the hold and continuing her walk.

Once she was out of earshot Jericho's face grew serious. He sighed realizing that it was finally the time he had to do what he had been dreading. The last time he and Christian had a full conversation was three weeks ago when Christian got so pissed he evacuated their shared suite. Eventually he came back but the room was intensely quiet. Christian avoided any verbal contact he could; the only time he spoke if he needed to know the directions to the arena. Jericho implied that he wasn't that mad because he still agreed on sharing suites with Y2J but he'd usually find an excuse to leave if Chris had returned from his where-abouts.

Jericho was a man of pride which is why he never bothered to confront him about it. As the time went by and the silent treatment got old to Chris, he found himself genuinely missing his friend. What better way in making up, or coming to a compromise, with Christian than on the night the both of them had to work together along with 3 other guys in an elimination tag team match? Winning was business and if this "disagreement" with Christian was to intervene with winning then Jericho would have no choice but to step in and put his foot down on "business" terms.

Now outside of Christian's personal locker room Jericho took one more moment to mentally evaluate what he was going to say to him. As he knocked on the door part of him hoped he wasn't here. All hope vanished when the superstar opened the door his expression fading a bit at the sight of Y2J.

"Yes?" Christian asked blankly.

"We need to talk," Jericho said pushing past him going into the room.

Christian said nothing only closing the door and turning around to face Jericho who was about four feet away.

"This has been going on for too long," Jericho started. "You know what I'm talking about." He cleared his throat somewhat waiting for Christian to add anything he'd like to say. When he saw that he didn't he continued, "For starters the silent treatment thing isn't your best take. I let it slide for nearly a month but tonight we need to put all of this aside. Whether you like it or not we need to work together for the sake of the brand. The last thing I want is for Smackdown to think they are superior."

"Agreed," Christian said.

Jericho sighed at the stubbornness of his friend. "For the record I don't take back anything I said. Trish and I are Trish and I. You can disagree about it all you want but it's happening. I appreciated that you were trying to look out for me but I can take care of myself. To your defense I won't speak about her, I won't bring her around you if that really makes you tick. But something really tells me that your hate for her is deeper than you give off…"

"It's not," said Christian. "She just rubs me the wrong way, always did. So the fact that she's dating you now will always make my blood boil. There's nothing you can say to change that. I'm not a little boy Jericho, I won't tell you to choose between us but I don't wanna see you mixing us together. That means if you're with her and you see me coming down the hall you turn your asses around and go the other way. There's no such thing as the three of us hanging out, it just won't happen."

Jericho took time to take in what was being said. Y2J didn't understand how someone can dislike anyone for no good reason especially if they didn't know much of them. Remembering who Christian was, Jericho faced that this was how it had to be. "Given," he said.

"If you don't bring her in the conversation I won't have a choice but to shut up about her." Christian paused. Something in Jericho's mind wished for a sign that Christians hate for Trish wasn't that severe. "As far as the match tonight goes, you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours."

Not giving Jericho further recognition Christian turned around to leave the room. "We're on In 5," he said before making his way out the door.

Y2J just stood there blankly asking himself what had just happened. Although he is secretly grateful he got what he needed to off his chest he was still very confused on Christian's part. They definitely compromised but Chris was unsure if they were on good terms or not.

About 20 minutes in the Survivor Series 10 Man Elimination tag match and three men have been eliminated. 1 on team Raw and 2 on team Smackdown, the odds were looking pretty good for RAW although it could change any minute.

Jericho leaned over the ropes tuning into the action that was taking place in the middle of the ring. Facing each other was John Cena for Smackdown and Rob Van Dam for Raw. Jericho had gotten in the match up about twice. Both of those times he didn't compete for very long before the opponent would tag somebody else and so would he. Both Rob and Cena were down after both of their heads clashed. Chris extended his arm, he wanted some. Looking over he was Christian too with his arm extended. Jericho wondered if this was classified as being in Christian's way. He didn't care at all tipping on his toes trying his best to make it easier for a tag. Rob was crawling desperately to get out of the match to redeem himself. Jericho wished he hurried the hell up.

In one quick motion Rob used all his energy making the tag to Jericho. Before sprinting through the ropes to get a hold of the action that waited for him he glimpsed over to see the face of Christian. His eyes locked on Jericho, a look of rather distaste on his face.

The eye contact was interrupted by a thump to the face. Jericho looked up to see the rather energized A-Train ready to play. The match up with the big man was surely a challenge but nothing that Jericho couldn't handle. Jericho spent most of his time staying of A-Train's way occasionally catching him off guard. Sometimes getting his signature moves in. With a tag to Shawn Michaels, Y2J went back onto the outsides of the ring. Recollecting his breath, he looked on to seeing the action between the two men. Every now and then Michaels would get A-Train down for the pin only to have it broken up by the opposing team.

A little bit later into the match with A-Train and Van Dam being eliminated, it was a two on three affair and the match being in Raw's favor. Shawn Michaels was now up against Kurt Angle who seemed like he had a score to settle with HBK.

Going for the Ankle Lock Jericho hurried through the ropes saving his tag partner. The referee wasn't pleased with Jericho's actions which sprung an argument between the two. Little didn't Jericho know, Cena was in the corner of his eye contemplating on attacking him. Stalking Jericho rendering closer he then turned him around and quickly delivering a kick to the abdomen. Y2J hurled over grabbing his stomach in pain. His heart was pulsing because of the wind that was kicked out of him. He would feel Cena's hands grab him from his long blonde locks intending on continuing the punishment. The sound of a fist flying stopped the action. When Jericho realized it wasn't him that got punched, he felt Cena fly back. Standing behind him, Christian was delivering a range of punches and kicks to Cena. The man was so fast Cena didn't have any time to defend himself. Chris wasn't sure how, but the next thing he knew it he was knocked on his stomach. He felt his right foot rise slightly from the hands of Kurt Angel. Letting out a strong yell of pain he felt his Ankle nearly twist 90 degrees with force. Each second the force advanced making he hold more painful. Chris filled his mind with positive thoughts reminding himself that he cannot tap out. But the pain being inflected on him rapidly shot out those thoughts. Ranting loudly Chris looked for any rope available, but all four sides were too far away. Slowly he tried crawling to the nearest rope he can find only to be pulled back by Angel.

John Cena has been eliminated.

Relief crept into Y2J's body as he felt the hold on his ankle halt. Thought he was out of that predicament he was still very weak from the trauma. He crawled to the ropes bringing himself up from them. Looking onto the action, it was now a good three on one and as good as Angle was there was no chance in hell he'd be victorious tonight. HBK and Christian had their fun with Angle double teaming him. Finally HBK stopped the games and delivered sweet chin music on Angle leaving Christian to pin him.

1-2-3.

Heading backstage was a challenge for Jericho; luckily Christian and HBK were genuine enough to help him. They both escorted him to the EMT room.

Once he got their Chris expressed his gratitude towards the both of them. HBK left the room, Christian about to do the same.

"Christian, wait." Jericho called before the other man had a chance to go through the door. Christian halted pausing for a moment before turning around to look at his friend.

Y2J was once again at lost for words with what he wanted to say to him. Even though they had had a rather rough conversation prior to the match his friend pulled through in saving him. He was grateful for that.

"Thanks man," Jericho said.

"You said that already," Christian said lightly.

"You know what I mean."

Christian said nothing only looked the other man in his eye. Jericho somewhat braced himself for any smart or harsh comment to follow. But instead, a smile formed on Christian's face which Jericho returned.

"We're brothers, man," With those three words being said, Christian made his way out the door.

Although not a lot was said between the two Jericho knew that was as good as it would get. No matter how close the two were, affection was something they both showed rarely. When those rare occasions were to come along, both Jericho and Christian showed their care for each other in unique ways. The events of tonight being an example. Those last three words were enough for Jericho to know that they were alright again.