Chapter Twenty Disclaimer: I do not own anyone who is or has been a World Wrestling Federation/World Wrestling Entertainment employee. I am only owner of Krys and her family. Chris Irvine is his own property, likewise is said of his mother and father, Loretta Irvine (R.I.P.), and Ted Irvine. Please use this as reference when you read this story. Also, please do not attempt to take this too seriously, as it is fan fiction. Thanks for choosing not to sue this already broke person, LOL. Have fun, and enjoy!
NOTE: Sorry I haven't updated in a while; my mom took me shopping, and I went on a Wal-Mart kick buying clothes! (I'm showing feminine traits more and more… it's scary! Someone shoot me now…)
April 9, 2005 - RAW House Show: Sydney, Australia
Krys sighed from her seat in the backstage area. She recalled how gung-ho she'd been to join Chris on the road not only to try and reconcile their failing marriage, but also to live the life he'd been living for almost fifteen years. She wanted a piece of the action, even if it was a small, insignificant piece.
As she sat near the Gorilla Spot, the RAW General Manager, Eric Bischoff, walked by and noticed her bored and sad expression. "Krys, what's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Where's Chris?"
She shrugged, lifting her shoulder delicately. "Chris went off somewhere, probably to find Benny, no doubt. If not that, beats me then."
"Are you okay?"
Her bored expression didn't change. "I want to have a match, or at least an entertaining gimmick thingy. Just being fluff isn't satisfying; I've always hated seeing it on TV, and I hate it now. Isn't there anything you can give me, Eric, a match or anything? I can't stand just going out there to look pretty for the cameras and the fans. You have to give me something else, please?"
He removed his hand from her shoulder, and sat next to her in a nearby chair. He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "Well, I'll see what I can do, but I can't guarantee anything. Since you're Chris' manager and on-screen girlfriend, that could make you a prone target on TV for guys who want to take him out. Maybe you can talk Hassan, Daivari and Chris about it, and see what they think about it, but I think it would be a great idea for them to have you cause Chris to lose. It would bring more heat down on them, and make you and Chris seem more like faces."
A huge smile lit up Krys' face. "Thanks a lot, Eric, I really appreciate it." She shook his hand as he stood up.
"No problem. You deserve it, and besides, no one deserves to be just eye candy." They shook hands again, then Eric went off to prepare for the show's start in just a few moments.
As Bischoff left Krys to her thoughts, Lillian came by and waved at Krys, before going out to start the show by singing the Australian national anthem, only to be interrupted by La Resistance. Which then would lead to the tag team match between La Resistance and Tajiri and William Regal, the tag team champions on RAW.
Christian's problem solver, Tyson Tomko, came out to the ring next, and pummeled The Hurricane into the mat. In the back, Krys finally decided to get up and head to the Divas' Locker Room, since she'd had a ton of apprehension about going to the men's locker room, especially after what had happened with that cocky asshole, Randy Orton.
As she was changing into her ring attire for Chris' match, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she called, then got an affirmation that it was Chris. Smiling, she finished getting herself together, then opened the door. "Where on earth were you, man? I was starting to get worried."
"Ah, don't worry about me, woman," Chris teased, taking her hand and leading her out the door. "I was on my way back here, and Bischoff pulled me aside. He told me about how disappointed you looked, and that you wanted to be in a few matches." Krys looked up to see Chris' intense blue eyes focused on her.
"Uh… well, I was just wondering about the wrestling and all…"
"Don't worry about it, I'll see what I can do," he said, waving a hand. "Anyway, I found Hassan and Daivari, and they're waiting for us over at Catering to go over the match. You can tell us what you think should go down with you and whatever else you wanna throw in, okay?"
She smiled. "Sure thing."
Chris Jericho vs. Muhammad Hassan…
"Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is for one fall, and introducing first… from Detroit, Michigan and being accompanied to the ring by Daivari… Muhammad Hassan!" Hassan's theme song blared throughout Sydney's arena, and the crowd stood on their feet and booed loudly. He then proceeded to trash the Australian crowd before being interrupted by Chris' entrance music.
"And the opponent, born in Manhasset, New York, being accompanied to the ring by WWE Diva Krys… Chris Jericho!" Chris' pyros went off, and he stepped out and raised his arms high, Krys next to him. The two then walked down the ramp hand in hand, and Chris let her get into the ring first before posing on the ropes himself. Krys left the ring soon after, and the match began.
For the majority of the match, Hassan dominated Chris, taking him down time and again with rest holds and takedowns, and the occasional pure wrestling move. The crowd popped when Hassan threw Chris into the ropes, and Chris rebounded with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Chris then ran to the ropes, and came back with a Bulldog to Hassan. Chris ran to the ropes, jumped up onto the second rope and flipped back, doing the Lionsault.
During this time, Krys and Daivari had been arguing on the outside of the ring, and when Daivari jumped up to distract the referee, Krys pulled his leg. Chris, who had been attempting to gain a pin fall, saw the commotion, and walked over to where Daivari was and pulled him into the ring, signaling for Krys to help him.
Krys eagerly slid into the ring. Chris pinned Daivari's hands behind his back and yelled to Krys to slap Daivari. She flexed her hand, then drew back, and her arm flew forward. Before her hand could connect, Daivari moved out of the way, and Chris caught a hard slap to the face. Krys had a stunned look on her face as Chris staggered back, holding his face. She watched with feigned disappointment as Hassan rolled Chris up and grabbed his tights for a cheap and dirty win.
Despite losing, Chris got up and posed for the crowd before leaving the ring area to the back, waving off all apologies from his manager.
WWE RAW, April 11, 2005 - Moline, Illinois
Coming back from the commercial break, the ring was set up for Chris' "Highlight Reel". Chris was in the middle of the ring, Krys at his side as usual, when he raised the microphone to his lips. "First off, I wanna say that the 'Money in the Bank' Ladder Match at WrestleMania was amazing. The only problem with that was the fact that I didn't walk out of WrestleMania with that guaranteed contract; I didn't walk out the winner. You know, Taboo Tuesday was the day I lost the Intercontinental Championship to Shelton Benjamin, and I've gotta tell you, I've been in a funk of sorts ever since. I have something to say to you, so Shelton, come on out."
Shelton Benjamin, the Intercontinental Champion, made his way down to the ring and climbed in, Krys giving him her microphone. "Shelton," Chris says, "I called you out here for a reason. I want redemption. All my problems started when I lost the IC Title to you, and I want it back."
To mock Chris, Shelton takes his fingers and plays a small imaginary violin. "Chris, you had your chance last week," Shelton said in the microphone. "And you lost, so don't talk to me about your redemption. And the reason I've held the Intercontinental Championship for six months is because I'm the best pure athlete in the WWE today. You know…" by now, he had gotten into Chris' face, and the two were standing nose to nose "…if you got back into the ring with me, your problems would only get worse."
"Oh, well I suppose we ought to start making the Hall of Fame plaque for you, huh, Shelly? Let's get one thing straight, junior: the only reason you still have the belt is because I haven't made it my business to chase the title again. I'm a seven-time Intercontinental Champion, and I've won and defended that title in Ladder Matches, Cage matches, and have defended it at several WrestleManias."
Shelton smirked. "I'm a better athlete than anyone in this business. You know it, I know it, she knows it-" he pointed to Krys "-and most of all, all of these people know it. I can do things other people can't even think about doing," he bragged. "I can do things in the ring that no one's ever done before."
"Can you take that belt and shove it up your ass?" Chris asked snidely.
"You know, I'm not sure, but you know what I can do? Take a fist and create more hits than the last Fozzy album."
Chris smiled sardonically as the fans enjoyed the verbal jabs between the two. "You know, that's really funny Shelton, but speaking of Fozzy, have you heard our latest hit? It's called 'Shelton is a Bitch'." As he spoke, Chris shoved Shelton away from him. Shelton shoved Chris back, and the two got into a violent fistfight. Referees came running out to break up the fight, while Krys tried to get Chris to get off of Shelton. Eventually the two wrestlers were restrained, and Jericho stormed to the back, Krys moving frantically behind him.
After the Break…
After RAW came back from its SmackDown Rebound, Jericho and Krys were in a small hallway a short distance from the General Manager's office. Krys paced for a moment, then raked her hands through her hair. "Jesus, where the hell does that man think he is?" she seethed, as Chris got his breath back while holding his hands on his hips. "Honestly, just because he wins a title and hardly defends it doesn't give him the right to pick fights!"
She then turned, and placed her hands on Chris' face. "Are you okay?" she asked, running her thumb over a small cut on his lip. "Oh, honestly, people don't appreciate good talent when they see it…"
"Hey, hey, don't worry about it, really," Chris said, reassuring her. "I'm gonna go talk to Bischoff in a little bit, and see what I can do about next week. Don't you worry your pretty little head off about a thing; I've got it all covered."
Chris walks off down the hall, and Krys wraps her arms around herself. "I sure hope so," she said to no one, as the cameras went to another break.
WWE RAW - Madison Square Garden - Shelton Benjamin vs. Simon Dean
Shelton was in the ring about to go head to head against the so-called fitness guru, Simon Dean, when the couple came out and interrupted the match. "Excuse me, excuse me," Krys said, feigning an innocent smile on her face. "Shelton, I just wanted to say a few things before you start your match. Last week, Chris went to Eric Bischoff's office, and it's official: At Backlash, it will be Shelton Benjamin vs. Y2J Chris Jericho, one on one for the Intercontinental Championship!"
She then handed it to Chris, who started to speak in his mock friendly tone. "Also, Shelton, as a show in good faith, we just wanted to come out and serenade you with a wonderful rendition of Fozzy's new single. Ladies and gentlemen the lead guitar player of Fozzy, 'The Duke' Rich Ward!" The Duke comes out with an electric guitar and starts to play a riff, while Chris starts to sing.
"Shelton, Shelton's a little bitch!
Shelton, Shelton's a little bitch!"
The melodic punishment was interrupted as Shelton got out of the ring and made his way towards the trio. He was then foiled as Dean attacked him from behind before he could get to Chris, while Rich made his way to the back once again. While Shelton eventually won the match, the real winner seemed to be Chris, as he had gained the mental edge on the Intercontinental Champion. While Chris applauded Shelton on his victory, Shelton held up his IC Title, claiming that he would win the match.
Later on During the Show… (PROMO)
While Krys walked through the halls of Madison Square Garden with Chris, she broke away. "I wanted to get a bottle of water and something to eat," she said, turning around to head back. "You want anything?"
"Just some tea," he said back. Krys grinned teasingly at him, and he grinned back. "Just shut up and go," he said, earning him a raspberry as he returned to the locker room.
Krys went to the catering area and got a small sandwich and bottle of Pepsi for herself, and a small cup of tea, when Shelton came up in a huff, still obviously pissed off about Chris' teasing him and calling him a bitch. Krys turned into Shelton and jumped back, the hot tea spilling all over her shirt. "OH GOD DAMN IT!" she cried, jumping as she tried to cool her burning chest. "What the hell were you thinking, you moron?" she yelled, grabbing at some napkins and dabbing at her shirt. "This'll NEVER come out!"
"Sorry," he said mockingly, obviously not caring about her shirt or any of the potential burns she may have had. "You just tell your boyfriend that at Backlash, we'll see who will be whose bitch." He brushed past her without a second glance, Krys glaring after his walking form before going back to try and dab the stain out of her shirt.