Jericho walked promptly backstage, smiling to himself in delight. The thrill of his match was just wearing off but he had other reasons to smile. One of those reasons was Jordyn. After the many mishaps with Mike interrupting she had finally planed a night just for them, no interruptions. He had rounded a corner humming one of his bands songs, not noticing the quickening footfalls behind him or the call of his name.

The tug of his shoulder brung him to a sudden halt and with a quick snap of the elbow his arm was sent flying back hitting the stranger in the face. The attacker howled and staggered back giving Jericho enough time to turn around to fully encounter the person. Mike. He dropped his defenses and rolled his eyes. What now? Hasn't he ruined enough for him this week? Or was it 2 weeks?

"What Michael?" Jericho huffed out tugging his arms to his chest. Mike held on to his nose and stared dangerously at Jericho. The nerve of some people! Another reason why Jordyn is forbidden to like him. He just doesn't care.

"Well Christopher, I was just going to compliment you on the work you did in the ring," he removed his hand and narrowed his eyes, "Now you're not getting one."

Jericho stared at Mike as if he had gone insane. Did he really think he was that stupid to fall for that? He knew there were other reasons why Mike had chased after him; he knew something...a certain something that was supposed to be secret. Even so, he knew why Mike was doing this; he knew his reasons and intentions behind why he interrupts all the time. His question is, doesn't he have Maryse? Last time he checked they were engaged...since when did he become so fascinated in Jordyn?

"Mike, I'm not stupid." Jericho finally voiced. Mike looked at him and something gleamed in his eyes. Something devilish.

"Fine, I'm going to cut to the chase," Mike stepped closer to Jericho and made his voice dangerously low...almost threatening "Stay away from Jordyn."

Jericho literally had to hold back his laugh, "Like I would do that." He smiled letting out a small chuckle "Besides, whatever happened to Maryse?"

"She doesn't matter," Mike shrugged "I'll drop her Jordyn is more important." Jericho nodded his head. So that's the kind of person Mike was? This kid seriously has problems.

"Look Mike, I'm glad you're trying to protect her...or whatever you want to call it but I actually have a date with her so if you excuse me." Jericho moved to walk away but Mike stepped back in front of him. He had turned his back towards Mike planning to walk back down the halls but again Mike stepped in front of him, and it was like that for each attempt until he finally gave up. Mike gave a mischievous smile and grabbed Jericho on the shoulder, which he flicked off like it was acid.

"The dates off," there was the shine in his eyes again, "She has a mild concussion and she was told to rest. Lucky me, huh?"

Jericho's eyes pierced at him, and he just hoped if he started long enough he'd catch fire. But to his unluckiness he didn't. With a sigh Jericho shouldered past and walked down the hall with his head hung low, he was looking forward to that date. Next time.

Meanwhile Mike stood victoriously, smiling to himself.

Mike: 1 Jerkcho: 0