A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys, I would love it if you kept reviewing and kept telling me what you think of the chapters, so review, review, review.

And I'm a happy girl tonight because finally, FINALLY Chris might be getting a main-event feud that might not involve H. Wouldn't that be something? Chris actually getting a decent shot at the title. And since SummerSlam is still like 2 months away, maybe an actual decent, long-term feud. If we can have all that, I'll be one happy Jerichoholic. Do I think Chris will win? Oh Lord, I can hope.

As for the entire Matt thing, yeah, I was actually shocked, something that hasn't happened all that often in wrestling lately. In actuality, I feel uncomfortable by the whole Matt-Amy-Adam saga because I feel like it's not any of my business, even though it's been put out there. I guess I'm going to include it in the story, but if it comes off badly, it's because I really don't want to write about it. I didn't mind doing the Edge-Lita-Kane thing, because that by-and-large was fake, but this is real and I dislike Edge and Lita as it is, so this just makes them less favorable to me, but oh well, what can you do right?

Enjoy. And I promise, Christian and Trish will be back!

"So promise me that you're not going to do anything crazy tonight."

Stephanie glanced at Chris before going back to her work. "I'm not going to do anything crazy."

"Stephanie, I know that you're still angry after last week, I'm angry too, but I've had time to think about it and you have too, except your thinking is more like just getting more angry, and I don't want to see you angry, it hinders my enjoyment of the evening."

"I'm not going to get angry," Stephanie said. "I'm so NOT angry that I didn't schedule anything for you tonight. You're not even on the show."

"You didn't schedule anything for me, nothing at all?" Chris asked with dismay. "Not even a match against a vastly inferior opponent?"

"Nope, nothing," Stephanie said.

"Then why the hell am I here?" he asked with a little smirk to let her know that he was joking. Even if he didn't have anything to do that evening, Stephanie was here, and he wasn't going to let her go to work without him, not that she wasn't capable of being by herself, he would just miss her too much.

"Oh you know, because you're forced to be here," Stephanie said. "I think it's in your contract somewhere. Speaking of which, I think it's coming up on the chopping block soon, I'll have to talk about getting you a raise. I don't know what the bosses will say to that though."

"Yeah, they pretty much are tightasses," Chris told her, pulling up a chair to sit next to her at her desk. "Do you think they would even consider it, considering that I've never been seriously injured and never missed more than one show at any given time? I mean, I am a commodity."

"I think that you could have some pull with the president and the CEO," Stephanie said seriously. "I have it on the d-l that they like you. Take that for what it's worth."

"That's good, I have been trying to work my way into their good graces," Chris said. "I've been in this company almost six years, I think that I've worked my way up to the top."

"If by the top you meaning owning part of the company," Stephanie said.

"That's what I was working for actually. Too bad I can't legally marry Shane, he probably would've been easier to get with than you were," he said. "You weren't so willing to give it up to me, much to my dismay."

"I think I gave it up fairly easily," Stephanie said flirtily, leaning over to kiss him gently.

"You didn't put out on the first date."

"I did on the second," Stephanie winked as she went back to her work. "Besides, there's a lot of stuff going on tonight as it is, and we could use you behind the desk tonight."

"WE? Or is that more specifically YOU?"

"Ok, I need you behind the desk tonight," Stephanie said. "Not for work, but for my own personal pleasure."

"What kind of man do you take me for Stephanie McMahon-Jericho? Do you think I'm the kind of man who will just sleep with my boss to get what I want? Is that what you see me as? I'm just a toy for you."

"That's exactly how I thought of you," she answered.

"Don't tell my wife though, she would hate it if she knew that I was sleeping with my very beautiful, very gorgeous, very sexy boss."

"Well, I can keep a secret if you can," Stephanie said. "Besides, I don't think that she would mind at all. In fact, I honestly think that she would think that this was all her husband's ruse just to make sure that his crazy wife didn't go out there and do something to a man who just insults my husband over and over and over."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you and my wife are the exact same person."

"Nah, I heard your wife is hotter than I am," Stephanie said. "And your wife promises that she won't do anything crazy tonight. I even gave John Cena time to talk. Bischoff didn't want him to, but me, the rational one in my and Bischoff's relationship, said that not allowing the WWE champion to even talk was ridiculous. He hates Cena too, which I could've worked to my advantage if my husband would allow me to let me use advantages for him."

"If I want one, you'll know," he told her. "But that would just give Cena more ammo. He already thinks I'm using you, which is just not true."

"Sweetie, I know that it's not true. If you were using me…there are just lots of reasons that he doesn't know. Let's stop talking about Cena, it's starting to upset me," Stephanie said, obviously in distress.

She wasn't going to forget what he had said about her husband. How someone could be so grossly wrong and yet so revered by the audience just puzzled her. Every word that Cena had said about Chris was wrong, just plain wrong. She had known Chris for the past six years, and had been with him for the past three. She knew Chris, she knew his heart and she knew his mind, and she remembered that the first time they had ever really interacted, when he had mistaken her for a ho, he had sincerely apologized, and the things he said about her were only in retaliation. Cena had no idea what he was talking about, none, and she refused to even acknowledge the other man. If she could, she would strip the title off of him right this second.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"Trish and Christian," Stephanie said. "Trish told me that she doesn't really want to talk to Christian right now, that they're not broken up, but she doesn't know what to say. Christian is moping around because he doesn't know what's going on. I wish she'd just say no and get it over with."

"Steph, please don't get into their business," Chris said. "I know that we think that she should just say no to him and continue dating him, but we can't butt into it. It's definitely not our place this time."

"I just feel bad for Christian," Stephanie said. "He's a wreck. What would you have done if I said no?"

"I would've been a wreck," Chris said. "But that was our business and not anyone else's."

"Ok, ok, geez, I get your point," Stephanie said. "Go find Kurt and be little boys and let me get back to my work."

"Always with the work," Chris muttered. "I'm starting to think that there is no actual work and you're just saying that to get rid of me."

"Now you're starting to get it," Stephanie said. "Come sit with me during the show and you can help me."

"Ok, I'm going to go find Kurt though," Chris said, kissing Stephanie hard. Stephanie let her hand rest against the nape of his neck as she slipped a little bit of tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss. Chris pulled away reluctantly and planted another soft kiss on his lips.

Chris waved as he left and went to go find Kurt. He was going to have to ask him about his Kurt Angle Invitational. He suspected that he had gone to Stephanie with that one. He came across Kurt sitting on a trunk in the hallway looking at his gold medal from the Olympics. Chris was almost tempted to walk away, not in the mood to hear another one of Kurt's Olympic stories. The thing was that Kurt only had so many Olympic stories, and then when he was done, he'd go about repeating them.

"Hey Chris!" Kurt said and Chris slowly walked over. "Look what I have here."

"A gold medal," Chris nodded. "I could see it from down the hallway."

"Yup, a gold medal, a gold medal that I won with a broken neck. I remember when I was in the Olympic village, right before my match--"

"SO, you're going to do the Invitational thing right?" Chris said, cutting into the beginning of his rant. "I remember catching that on SmackDown."

"Yeah, for this baby," Kurt said, holding up the medal.

"Let me see that thing, you never let me see it," Chris said.

He took the medal from Kurt's grasp and looked at it. He would never know what it was like to win one of these, that was a certainty. It really was quite nice, with the little design etched in the gold. Hell, he wouldn't have minded if he could ever get a bronze or silver. He was feeling a little kicky tonight and put it on.

"Hey, look at me, I'm Kurt Angle, I'm an Olympic gold medalist," Chris said cheekily.

"Who said you could try it on?"

"I'm your best friend, I have privileges."

"That doesn't sound right man," Kurt said distastefully. "Be careful with that thing, it's pretty damn valuable, it's like my kid."

"How about I just let you have Stephanie for the evening and you stop worrying about your medal. I think it's an even trade."

"I'm going to tell Stephanie that you would trade her for a gold medal," Kurt said with a keen whine, like a little child. "She's not going to be happy with you."

"She'd understand, it's a gold medal after all," Chris said, holding it up. "I'm Kurt Angle, whoo! I won with a broken freaking neck, whoo! I can beat you all, whoo!"

"Ok, I get it, I say whoo a lot, you don't have to rub my face in it," Kurt pouted. "Now I'm going to get Stephanie to beat you up and put you in a handicap match."

"She'd do it too, she did it when I mistook her for a ho, she hates me, I know it," Chris lamented. "So what if I were to enter this Kurt Angle Invitational?"

"You're not a hometown hero," Kurt deadpanned.

"I was born in New York, I think that would technically qualify me as a hometown hero. And all I have to do is last three minutes in the ring with you. I've lasted way longer than three minutes."

"Friends don't fight friends."

"Yes they do," Chris said. "Come on, let me try to win your medal. I really think that I could do it. I would treat it right, maybe frame it or something. I think Stephanie would like something like this in the house."

"Ok, time to give me back my medal," Kurt said, holding his hand out. Chris stuck his tongue out and took the medal off giving it back to Kurt. Kurt put it back in its box and then into his suit pocket. "Good, now you can forget you ever even thought about entering the Invitational."

"Fine," Chris said. "Now if we're in Connecticut, can Stephanie enter it?"

"No!" Kurt said, obviously annoyed. "Nobody in your family is allowed to enter. Not Vince, or Linda, or Shane. None of them. Or your mom and dad."

"Well fine then, you're mean Angle, really, really mean."

"Hey speaking of mean," Kurt said, lowering his voice, "Look who got a haircut."

Chris looked over to where Kurt was looking and saw Lita and Edge walking and talking down the corridor. Edge had indeed gotten a haircut, not much, but it was definitely noticeable. Chris rolled his eyes, it was almost starting to look like his haircut.

"What is with him trying to look like me?"

"We all want to look like you Chris Jericho, it's all of our aspirations," Kurt said seriously and Chris just looked at him for a second before shoving him rudely. "Hey, what was that for!"

"For being a douchebag," Chris told him.

"Oh shut up," Kurt said. "He has the same exact hair as you do, if he was going to cut it, it was bound to look like yours."

"Excuse me, my hair is not a greasy rat's nest, it's perfect, shiny, full of body and volume, and every strand in place," Chris said, running a hand through his hair. "I'll have you know that I take care of his hair like you take care of that gold medal."

"Mine's going to last longer."

"Bite your tongue!"

"And mine is cooler."

"Mine has gotten me tons of chicks," Chris said. "The ladies loved running their hands through this hair. I can't tell you how many of those women…well, I don't think I need to go on if you know what I mean…"

"If by that you mean that I'm on the brink of disgust and would rather not hear about your conquests."

"Oh come on, it's all I have left. You can go out there and nail any chick that you want, and I can't. I have to live through you Kurt, you're my only hope, my ONLY hope."

"I wouldn't tell you about any of the women that I sleep with, I'm not that type of guy."

"Ok, fine, I'll just go back to my wife then."

"Come on, let's get you something to eat so that you can shut your mouth."

"You need to shut yours."

"No, yours."

"Yours!"

"Yours!"

The two of them continued fighting as they made their way to catering to get something to eat. Stephanie went to her table near the gorilla for the start of the show. It figured to be a good night. HBK was going to be on the Cabana, and then a rematch for the IC Title which figured to be a good match. She had no idea the kind of things that were going to pan out for the show. No idea.

Chris came to her desk with Kurt right before the show started. He greeted her with a kiss and then Chris sat down on one side of her while Kurt sat down on the other. She didn't want to feel like they were on guard in case she snapped against Cena again, but she thought that maybe that was what they were doing. She wasn't going to go ballistic again. She had said everything she needed to say to him last week, and she was done with it now.

She reached out with her left hand and grasped her husband's hand that had been resting on the table as he leaned over to talk to Kurt. He looked at her for a second and the sweetest smile came over his face. She just smiled back, but that smile he gave was full of love and adoration. No, Chris wasn't cheap at all. He was something else entirely. He went out there and he talked about things that he had accomplished sure, but not once had he ever gone out there and bragged about how he had bagged a McMahon, he never gloated about his new status, he knew what to keep private and what not to keep private.

She didn't listen in on Kurt and Chris's conversation, the two of them talking right behind her back so that she could concentrate on the show. She kept her hands interlaced with Chris's the entire time, as she watched Carlito talking about the show and how he was going to have HBK on the show tonight, another marquee name while the Highlight Reel didn't have as much hoopla surrounding it. She hadn't noticed that Chris had been watching as well and was dismayed at what he heard. She didn't noticed until he softly pulled his hand away from hers and whispered for her to tell the production truck to hit his music.

It was the perfect moment for Chris to come out, just as Carlito was expositing that Michaels would be coming out to speak. But nope, it was Chris and he had a bone to pick with this cocky jackass. Chris had the best show on Raw, the Highlight Reel was the premiere show and had been around long before there was ever a Cabana. And Chris was going to make sure this cocky kid knew that. He was the #1 guy on Raw with a show. And granted there were only two of them, he was still the best at what he did. Besides, Chris had had Michaels on his show before.

The crowd was actually cheering him, so either they hadn't seen Cena call him cheap last week or they didn't really care about it. He hoped it was the latter because honestly, what Cena said was above and beyond what someone should say to someone they didn't know. Had Chris given him the best first impression? No, of course not, but still, that was no reason to say things that were untrue of the other person. It was uncalled for…and yes Chris was being a hypocrite, but everyone is a hypocrite once in a while.

He discussed last week with Cena briefly, not wanting to delve into that right now. What right now was about, it was about the Highlight Reel and the Cabana…sure it wasn't the most compelling of arguments, there was nothing on the line, but it meant something to the two of them. Chris basically told him that he was taking over this show and taking over this interview and went on to introduce Michaels, except Carlito interrupted him. Chris was getting a little annoyed, even though he was the one to interrupt in the first place.

That's when Carlito brought out the big guns. He called Chris boring, and outdated, and told him that he sucks. And then he called Chris old. He had the actual nerve to call Chris old when there were other men still wrestling who were older than him. Hell, even Hunter was older than him and he still acted like he was queen bee around here. And then, in an insult he didn't know how to interpret properly, given Carlito's own build, Carlito called Chris fat, which is such a gross exaggeration that Chris didn't even know what to make of it.

So Chris just went back and brought up how Carlito isn't exactly the most ripped of all the wrestlers, which he isn't, and then told all those people how he was cool. Although he might just have negated that cool with his whole Chris Canadian Cool statement, which probably wasn't the most cool thing he had ever done, but it seemed rather appropriate for the moment. Then he just ripped into Carlito, and tried to introduce Michaels again.

And then there was Piper and Chris was shocked. You'd think with a wife who ran the show he'd know about these things, but nope, complete shock. He didn't know what to say or what to do and he stood there, shocked. That was pretty much it, he was shocked. And then his interview got taken away from him, and he was still shocked.

The first thing Stephanie told him when he got backstage, "I was NOT planning that. I swear to God."

"Ok," Chris said. "So he just showed up?"

"I have no clue, I'll talk to Bischoff later, I'm not going to worry about it," Stephanie said. "I was just as surprised, luckily we had his music in the production truck, I have to commend them on having all the music ready."

"Yeah, that Carlito kid bugs the hell out of me," Chris said.

"His hair bugs me," Kurt said rather randomly. "I can't put my finger on why, but it bugs me."

"Thanks for the input Kurt," Chris said dully. "It's not been my couple of weeks has it? At least at work, I get up, I get knocked down, I get back up again, I get knocked down. It's like everyone is trying to find a fault with me and hang on for dear life. I mean, love handles!"

"You do have them," Stephanie shrugged, then off of Chris's glare. "What! I live with you, I've seen you naked, I know you've got love handles. At least little ones."

"Ok, I didn't need to hear the naked part," Kurt said, covering his ears, "Tell me when this little discussion is over."

"Oh come on Kurt, you're not mature enough to hear about it," Stephanie said.

"I just don't need to think about Chris naked, that's the LAST thing in the world I want or need to think about. I know that you two have…done it, but I don't need the details thank you very much."

"Good, cause we weren't offering them," Stephanie said, then turned back to Chris, "I like them, I think they're cute, they make you cute."

"Stephanie," Chris whined. "Love handles are not cute! They're because I wear skin tight spandex out to the ring, you can't even tell when I'm wearing normal clothes. Have you seen the pants I wear to the ring? They're skin-tight."

"I know, I've worn your pants before," Stephanie said.

"Can't hear you!" Kurt said, still covering his ears.

"I didn't say they weren't cute," Stephanie continued, "You barely have any, and they are cute, I like them. I like you just the way you are."

"Well thanks, I wouldn't want my wife to hate me just the way I am," Chris said sarcastically.

"I love you," Stephanie said with a slight pout. "And I don't care if you are old."

"I am NOT old," Chris said. "I'm only 34, and I'll only be 35 in November. That's not old, it's not!"

"Of course not sweetie," Stephanie said. "You're still gorgeous and I still love you. And our three year anniversary is next week."

"Gee, that was subtle. Oh, Kurt, we're ok, no more sex talk."

"Thank God," Kurt said, uncovering his ears.

"Chris and I will have been together for three years next week," Stephanie told Kurt. "Isn't that something?"

"It's a miracle!" Kurt said.

"It kind of is," Stephanie said.

They spent the next little while just talking as Stephanie worked. Stephanie was listening to Chris and Kurt talk when Bischoff walked over. She sighed, not wanting to have to deal with him twice in one night. She had already talked to him earlier and she couldn't fathom why he would want to talk to her again.

"Stephanie, a word," Bischoff said.

"I believe that was three," Stephanie said snarkily.

"I just need a second with you," Bischoff said. "Alone."

"Fine, Chris take over for me will you?" Stephanie asked.

"Sure thing baby," Chris said, grabbing her headphones and slipping them on, going immediately to work since he knew exactly what to do. Stephanie and Bischoff took a few paces away from the table and Stephanie stood there, looking testy with one leg supporting her weight and the other tapping in front of her while her arms were crossed.

"So what is it?"

"Don't look at me like I'm going to hurt you or something," Bischoff said. "I've got good news."

"What? You're quitting? Fired? Moving to SmackDown? Retiring?" Stephanie said, pretending to sound excited.

"Don't count on that, but it involves what happened with your husband last week," Bischoff said. "Word has it that you went crazy on Cena."

"I had words with him, what are you going to report me to my father for subordination? Get him to fire me? If I tell him what happened, he would be on my side and on Chris's side. He doesn't care, my dad has never cared."

"No, I hate Cena, I can't stand the guy. He thinks he's running the show and I can't stand that. I'm the boss around here."

"Yes, one of them," Stephanie said. "So you hate Cena…and…"

"And I need to teach him that I make the matches around here, that I'm the one in charge."

"Along with me," Stephanie added.

"Sure," Bischoff said. "What I'm saying is, I have the perfect way to show him that WE mean business that we are not going to take him running his mouth off anymore…and it is going to make you very, very happy."

"I'm listening," Stephanie said, now intrigued by what Bischoff had to say. She was just hoping he wouldn't do something stupid.

"Your husband going for the WWE title at SummerSlam against John Cena, what do you think?" Bischoff asked, even though he could tell already by the way that Stephanie's face had turned icy cold in manipulation.

"For once Bischoff, I like the way you think," Stephanie said. "I definitely think that's a match we can sign off for. It's one I'd especially like to see."

"This working together thing just might work out yet," Bischoff said as he shook Stephanie's hand. "I'll let you tell your husband, or let him be surprised, your choice."

"Nice working with you…Eric."

"You too….Stephanie."

Stephanie walked back over to her table with a grin on her face. This was great. Her husband was going to get a real title shot on the second biggest show of the year, SummerSlam. It hadn't even been her doing either, it had been Bischoff. It was odd that Bischoff was on her side for once, but for once she was glad of it. It only seemed fair that Chris got the shot, and as she sat down and watched him working for a second, she knew that he had earned it.

Chris had not gotten a real title shot in so long, not a real one-on-one match against the champion. She knew that it had been bugging him, even though he kept pretty mum about it. Chris tried not to let it show that things affected him. Every once in a while, he got his serious face, but he didn't try to let that face out all that often. But Chris had earned what he was going to get shortly. He had earned his place in that main event and she was so proud that he had stood by and watched others get the chance while he didn't and didn't even seem to get all that angry, sometimes he did, understandably, but other times, most of the time, he didn't.

He didn't even need that stinking Money in the Bank briefcase, he didn't need the assurance, because it was going to come true, it was going to come to fruition. Chris stared at her and wondered what she was thinking about. Even Kurt noticed how she wasn't talking all that much. Neither one wanted to bother her though, in case it was work-related.

"Chris?"

"Yeah baby?" he asked as he took his headphones off for a moment.

"Get ready because you have to go out there in a second," she told him with a great smile, a smile that lit up the drab gray of the walls backstage.

"I thought you said that I had nothing to do tonight, why the sudden change?" he asked.

"Just be ready," Stephanie said. "I have a feeling something is going to happen soon."

It did as Cena went out there and started talking about him again, changing his name to Y2Cheap, which paled in comparison to all the nicknames that Chris had come up with for people over the years. Come on, who remembers Vance McMahon? Classic. Chris now understood why Stephanie had told him to go out there. He waited until Stephanie told him to go out there and stood on the ramp, ready to go down to the ring. He was a little bit confused as to why Bischoff was telling him to stand on the ramp and not do anything. He figured that Bischoff wouldn't care if he got hurt as long as he got a few shots in on Cena, who he obviously disliked. Then he was told to wait, and he didn't know what for.

Then Bischoff sprung the news on him, just like that. He was going to get a shot at SummerSlam, a real shot. Chris tried to contain his happiness and managed to only make it into a fist pump. He thanked Bischoff profusely, although he imagined that someone backstage had a lot to do with it too. He would thank her in his own, special way, a way that she would appreciate greatly. He went on to Cena and told him just what he thought about him and his predictions for SummerSlam. Now was the time, this was his chance, and he couldn't get backstage soon enough.

Stephanie was shifting from foot to foot in anticipation of Chris coming backstage. Sometimes she never got to play the wife card because the boss card got in the way. It was a strange business/personal relationship that Chris and Stephanie had and they knew that the line had to be drawn a lot of the time, but right now, right now she was Stephanie McMahon-Jericho, just one of the wrestler's wives.

She saw him and she squealed, clapping her hands together, barely able to contain her excitement. Chris dropped his jacket and Stephanie ran to him and he picked her up easily, spinning her around. It was probably the happiest he had been at work in some time. He set her down gently and cupped her face in his hands, staring her in a special way. He loved this woman so much he could barely think when he was around her.

"I had nothing to do with it," Stephanie said. "Honestly, it was all Bischoff."

"Wow," Chris said. "Can you believe it?"

Stephanie placed her hands over his hands that were still on his face. "I'm so proud of you, you have no idea how proud I am of you."

"Thank you," he said simply, leaning in to kiss her. He put a lot of emotion behind that kiss. He was just so excited for this opportunity. The kiss lasted for a long moment until they both needed to come up for air. "I love you so much."

"I know, only because of what I can do for you."

"That too," Chris said.

"Yo, so your old lady got you the match then huh?" Cena said, as he had come backstage after giving the FU to Bischoff.

Stephanie turned to him, licking her lips, still tasting Chris on them. "And if I did?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Cena shrugged. "You're just Mrs. Y2Cheap to me."

"Wow, I never realized you were so clever," Stephanie said, as she felt Chris wrap his arms around her from behind, leaning his chin on her shoulder. She patted his hand as he kissed her cheek. "Y2Cheap, it's got a nice ring to it you know. Mr. and Mrs. Y2Cheap. Why didn't I think of that? I guess I'm not clever like you are John."

"You think you're something, but you are just as cheap and fake as Jericho over there is. You ain't never had to earn nothing, you would never know nothing about being real. At least Jericho knows what real was once, before he done sold out."

Stephanie scoffed. "Say it, call me spoiled, it's not anything I've never heard of before. I told you last week that you shouldn't mess with me. This week you just learned what that meant. My husband WILL be facing you at SummerSlam, and you know, the last time I underestimated him, he became the WCW champion, and when the world doubted him, he beat Austin and Rocky in one night to become the first Undisputed Champion. I know Austin and Rocky, and you John Cena, are no Austin or Rocky. Now if you'll excuse me, I have REAL work to do."

Stephanie broke free from Chris and went back to work, leaving Chris there with Cena. "She's an amazing lady. I let her handle her own fights for the most part because she knows what she's doing. But I'm fiercely protective of the things I love, and she is the one thing I love most in this world. I don't care if I never see the WWE or World title belt again because I have Stephanie. Don't ever question that because that is real, and that is not cheap. You can call me cheap Cena, I don't care, but don't you ever, EVER question my love for my wife."

Chris walked over and picked up his jacket and went to sit next to Stephanie. There were lines that had to be drawn somewhere, and that line ended with Stephanie. They watched the rest of the show go by with pretty innocuous results. That is, until Edge and Lita were walking to the ring and out of nowhere, what appeared to be Matt Hardy stormed at the couple.

"Oh no," Stephanie said, grabbing her walkie-talkie. "I need security to the parking garage right now, I said I need security to the parking garage RIGHT NOW. We've got an unauthorized person in the parking garage and we need someone to get there right now."

Chris and Kurt just watched as Stephanie took her headphones off and grabbed her walkie-talkie and wandered off. They didn't know what to make of it. Matt had been fired some time ago, for what he had said and now he was here, and they didn't know how he had gotten here at all. Maybe someone he knew had let him in.

"That was crazy," Kurt said. "Did you know he was here?"

"No clue. Stephanie obviously didn't," Chris said. "I bet she went to order more security."

"Crazy," Kurt said again. "He's probably pissed. I would be too, if what happened between them happened to me."

"I'd go ask how Lita is, but you know, she's with Edge right now."

"Just crazy man."

Stephanie was indeed ordering more security. She had no idea what he was doing here. She never in her wildest dreams expected Matt Hardy to just show up like this out of the blue. But she couldn't have a security breach. She didn't know what Matt Hardy wanted, but if the safety of her employees was at stake she had to take every precaution. She had never hated Matt, but this was a necessary evil.

She watched the match pacing the floor, hoping that security would hold up. They didn't as Matt ran at the ring and went after Edge. She called for more security and eventually they got everything under control and arrested Matt. She hated to see it as they dragged him backstage and she went over to the officers and told them to stop for a moment.

"Matt, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Get out of my face, you're a McMahon," Matt spat at her. "You're one of them, you can kiss my ass!"

"She's not a McMahon," Chris said, stepping up. "She's a Jericho now. What the hell is your problem man? She was just asking a question?"

"If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem Chris," Matt said. "You're one of them now. You're one of them and I am going to destroy Lita and Edge, the both of them, and this whole damn company."

"Take him away," Stephanie said firmly, watching as Matt was dragged away. "I don't know what that was."

"God, I can't even get a break tonight," Chris said. "Insults and insults and insults."

"Was Matt here!" Lita said frantically as she rushed backstage, running up to Stephanie and Chris.

"Yeah, he just got taken away."

Lita was pained. "Oh."

"Lita, is there something going on?" Chris asked.

"I don't know…I just don't know."