Stephanie walked into the arena, looking for her office. She was still a
little bit ill, but was past the contagious stage. Of course, she still
looked pretty bad since she was still stuffy and coughing. She practically
looked like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
She smiled a little as she though of how sweet Jericho had been taking care of her while she was sick. Nobody had ever done that for her before, not even her mother. Everyone had been so busy with themselves or the business that she had to care for herself.
But Jericho had taken care of her. He had put up with her fever, her coughing, her runny nose, her nausea. She was lucky she had him, she knew that if she were still with HHH that he wouldn't have given a damn about her. She was so lucky to have Jericho in her life.
She set her things down in her office, wondering if Jericho had arrived yet. He had taken their rental car, and she had taken a limo to the arena. She had left a little bit later than he had, so she assumed he was already here. She might try to get to see him before his match.
She had to admit that she was worried about the match tonight. She didn't know what this Elimination Chamber was going to be like, and she didn't know what to expect from it. Even though he wouldn't admit it, she knew that Jericho was nervous about it too. She wished that she could just go out there, declare him the winner, and have it be done with. She was the boss's daughter, she should be able to do that.
She wandered out into the hall, and down to the gorilla. She walked out of the entrance, and down the walkway. The arena was still empty save for the crew people putting things together. She stopped at the end of walkway and looked up.
There it was, the Elimination Chamber. It looked so big and unforgiving. Quite frankly it was scary looking. Definitely something that could only come from the mind of Eric Bischoff. She pictured Jericho in there later, and sighed as she saw him getting pounded into the cold chains.
"Intimidating isn't it?" she heard a voice behind her.
"Much too much," she replied.
"I'm glad I'm not going to be in that thing," he said, "What are you doing out here?"
"Just looking at that thing," she said, turning back to look at Edge.
"Are you worried about later?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't," she sighed. Edge looked around before stepping closer to her.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Steph."
"I don't know, I'm just so scared that he'll get hurt, what if he gets hurt Edge?" she asked worriedly.
"He won't. Chris is strong Steph, and he knows what he's doing. He won't put himself into danger."
"But what if someone else does? It's brutal inside cages, horrendous inside hell in a cell, I can't even imagine what it will be like in there," she said, looking up at the Chamber briefly.
"Stephanie, you're going to worry yourself sick."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already sick."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't want to say anything," he said, laughing softly.
"I know that I look awful."
"Nah, you look great as always, Kurt told me you were sick on Thursday."
"Yeah, I stayed at home, Chris took care of me," she said grinning.
"You two are so sickeningly sweet."
"Shut up," she said blushing.
"Want me to walk you back to your dressing room?" Edge asked.
"Sure, you can make sure Bischoff doesn't come near me," she told him, as they started walking.
"What? You don't want his lips on you again?"
Stephanie shuddered, "Yuck, no. Hey, do you know if Chris is here yet?"
"I think I saw him talking to Kurt earlier."
"Ok, thanks," she said as they arrived to her dressing room, "Good luck on your match later, I'll be rooting for you."
"What about Kurt?"
"Well, I'll be rooting for him too, I can't pick sides," she said laughing.
"Well, I'll try my best, bye Steph."
"Bye."
Just as Edge was walking away, Stephanie saw Bischoff walking in her direction. She had no desire to talk to him, and closed her door, locking it behind her. She wasn't going to let him anywhere near her if she could help it. She shuddered in disgust again as she thought about that kiss they had shared.
LATER
Stephanie sat watching the show in her dressing room as they showed Jericho warming up for his match. She smiled as she saw him, still thinking about how he had taken care of her. God, she loved that man.
He looked a little bit nervous, but she knew that she was probably the only one who could tell. She was the one who knew him the best, and she could tell that even though he was trying his best to look tough, he was nervous, scared even of what was to come.
Jericho readjusted his wrist tape for maybe the 500th time. He didn't want to admit it, but he was really nervous about tonight. He didn't know what to expect. He had caught a glimpse of the Chamber on the monitor earlier, but he hadn't seen it up close yet. He knew he was going to be one of the guys in the Chambers, that had been decided earlier.
He jumped around for a little bit longer, than saw as Kurt walked over to him. He gave him a smile, and stopped jumping. He needed some reassurance right about now that nothing would go wrong tonight.
"Hey man," Jericho said.
"Hey, how you doing?"
"I'm ok, I guess."
"Nervous about tonight?"
"You can say that."
"You'll be great."
"Thanks Kurt, I think I needed to hear that from someone."
"What about your better, much better half?"
"She's too nervous about me not getting hurt, I can't blame her, I don't want to get hurt either."
"As long as you play it safe, and don't do anything crazy, you'll be fine."
"I guess so, I'll try anyway." Just then, Benoit came up to them.
"Hey Chris, Kurt, we got a match."
"Hey Benoit."
"Good luck tonight," Benoit told him.
"Yeah, you guys too," Jericho answered.
"Let's go partner," Kurt said grinning, and putting an arm around Benoit, who looked mighty uncomfortable. Jericho laughed as they left.
Jericho decided that now was as good a time as any to see Stephanie, and stealthily made his way to her locker room. He knocked quietly on the door, not knowing if there was anyone in there. No one answered, so he tried the door and found it locked. That was odd, he thought. He knocked again, a little louder.
"If that's you Bischoff, go away!" he heard her yell from behind the door. Jericho looked around, and seeing that no one was around, called out.
"Stephanie, it's me." He heard shuffling, and the door flung open, and Stephanie pulled him roughly inside before closing the door, locking it again.
"What are you doing with the door locked?" he asked.
"Well, I saw Bischoff walking over here earlier, and I don't even want to see him."
"Ok, good enough for me," he said laughing as she walked over and stood in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can't a guy come to see his girlfriend on the once a month we're actually on the same show?"
"I guess so, I just thought you would be warming up or something."
"I can warm up in here," he said laughing, "You wanna braid my hair for me?"
"Sure," she answered sitting on top of her desk. He went and stood between her legs with his back to her. She took his hair, and started braiding it.
"How's the show so far?" he said, looking at the television.
"It's ok," she said, as she watched Big Show beat Brock Lesnar, "Well, it looks like that was a quick match."
"Seems so," he said, "I knew that Heyman was going to turn on Brock, he's a slime."
"I know, I worked with him remember?"
"Yeah," Jericho said chuckling, thinking back to the Alliance, "Hey, a year ago, you're company failed."
"Don't remind me," Stephanie said groaning, "I don't want to remember that disaster. Do you have a hair tie?"
Jericho handed her hair tie, and she tied his hair back. Then she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her. She also wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned against her. She put her chin on his shoulder, and sighed. They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying being wrapped around each other.
"How are you feeling?" he asked after a while.
"I'm ok."
"Don't over exert yourself, I don't want you getting sick again."
"I won't," she paused, "Are you nervous about your match?"
He played with her hand that was around his waist, "Yeah."
"I'm nervous too."
"I promise I'll be careful."
"You really promise?"
"I really promise," he told her, bringing her hand up to his lips, and kissing it softly.
"I'm just so scared for you."
"I know, I'm a little scared too.........but don't tell anyone."
"I won't," she said, laughing softly, "Well, as long as you're not getting hurt, can you kick Hunter's ass for me, and win the title?"
He laughed, "I'll try my damnedest."
"Good," she said smiling, "How will I know if you're ok though, you should have a special sign or something for me."
"Hmm," he said thinking for a minute, "When I do my juke and jive, that means I'm ok, and I'm thinking of you, how's that?"
"Sounds good," she told him, kissing the side of his neck.
They watched the Tag Team title match quietly for a little while, noticing that Kurt and Benoit had gotten eliminated. They both were now silently rooting for Edge and Rey to win. That was the good thing about having two friends on two different teams, the odds were with you.
"I better get going," Jericho said softly. Stephanie let go of him, and he stepped away from her, before turning around to look at her.
"Ok, you want me to tie your goatee for you?"
"Sure," he told her, handing her another tie. She tied his goatee, and pulled him closer using the goatee, "Ouch that hurt."
She kissed him deeply, before pulling away, panting slightly, "Good luck sweetie."
"Thanks, I'll probably need it."
"Please don't get hurt."
"I won't, don't worry baby." He leaned in, and kissed her again.
"I love you," she told him softly, her eyes holding the worry that she felt. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"I love you too."
He walked to the door, unlocking it. He peeked his head out and didn't see anyone in the immediate area, so he snuck out. He didn't see that RVD had been walking down the hallway and saw him coming out of Stephanie's office.
"What were you doing in there?" RVD asked. Jericho looked startled, before turning around, his face emotionless.
"Bugging the bitch, what do you think I was doing?"
"I thought you didn't hate her, anymore."
"Of course I hate her, I left her show didn't I?"
"Whatever man, we've got a match that I'm going to win."
"Whatever Van Dam, I'd like to see you try," Jericho said, before the other man walked ahead of him.
"I'll win, and it'll all be cool, because everything's cool when you're RVD," he said chuckling.
Jericho breathed a sigh of relief as RVD walked past. That had been a close one, but he figured that RVD didn't even care about what had just happened. He had a feeling, right now RVD didn't have a care in the world. Luckily it had been him, and not someone who could find out the truth about him and Stephanie.
Stephanie watched as Jericho walked down the walkway and to the Elimination Chamber. He looked so nervous, and she knew that she was just as nervous. She watched him climb tentatively into the cage, and then get locked into the Chamber. She breathed deeply not knowing what the match would bring.
She watched the other men enter, and then RVD and HHH start off the match. She was glad every time RVD hit a move on HHH, served her bastard ex- husband right. She couldn't help but laugh as she saw Jericho grab RVD's leg to keep him from fighting, he was so clever like that. After the five minutes were up, she saw the countdown to the next entrant, and the lights shining on who would be entering next. It was Jericho.
"Go Chris," she said to herself, silently praying that he would be ok.
She saw as RVD started brutalizing on Jericho, and hoped that he didn't hurt him with his crazy style. She breathed in relief when she saw Jericho get the upper hand, even if he was working with her ex-husband. It would only be a matter of time when he would lay into HHH. She laughed out loud when she saw Jericho give HBK the crotch chop. The door to her office opened, and Edge walked in, freshly showered and in street clothes.
"Hey Stephanie, mind if I come in?"
"No, make yourself at home," she said gesturing to the chairs near her, but not taking her eyes off of the television screen.
"How's the match so far?"
"It's ok, Chris is in there."
"He is, how's he doing?"
"Fine.........so far."
They both watched as Booker T's chamber opened, and he cleaned house. Stephanie tried to keep her eyes on the action, but they kept falling onto Jericho who was still laid out. She hoped that he would get up soon, and start kicking some ass. A knock sounded at the door, and Edge went to answer it, finding Kurt on the other side.
"Hey, thought I'd come watch the match, how's it going?" Kurt said as he walked in.
"It's going ok, Jericho just got up," Stephanie answered.
They saw as Jericho got nailed to the outside of the ring onto the steel grating, and they all winced. Especially Kurt and Edge, who could only imagine what that would feel like. They watched as RVD was pinned, and eliminated, and Stephanie sighed, glad that Jericho wasn't the first out of the match.
"1 down, 4 to go," Kurt said.
"Go Chris," Edge added.
Kane entered the fray next, and they watched as they saw him go after Booker and Jericho. Now Kane was going after Jericho, and they watched what he would do next. Stephanie's breath caught as Jericho was thrown to the outside, and then thrown into the cage itself.
Then Kane took Jericho and threw him into the plexi-glass of one of the Chambers. Stephanie yelped in horror as she saw her boyfriend break through the glass, and fall down. She looked in fear as Jericho lay there, and hoped against hopes that he was alright.
"I'm sure he's ok Steph," Kurt said comfortingly, noticing Stephanie's face.
"Yeah, Chris can handle anything."
"Kurt, when you were thrown through the plexi-glass at King of the Ring last year, did you feel alright?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, considering I had already broken my tailbone, no, but I don't think Jericho broke his tailbone, so I don't know," Kurt said, sheepishly.
Stephanie sighed in relief as she saw Jericho slowly get out of the mess of plexi-glass he had been thrown into. Then they saw him get a Lionsault on Booker and pin him for the three-count. Edge and Kurt high-fived each other, and Stephanie's worried expression turned happy.
"Yes, that's how you win championships," Edge said.
Almost immediately after Booker was pinned, Kane went after Jericho, and threw him outside the ring again. Stephanie flinched when she saw Jericho's bloody face. He was bleeding a lot, and looked a little out of it, she hoped he didn't have a concussion or anything.
"Damn it, why can't Kane just leave him alone," Stephanie muttered as Jericho tried to climb the cage, but failed.
Stephanie watched as Jericho was thrown into the ring again, and beat on some more by Kane. Would this ever end? She saw Jericho kick out of the count, and smiled a teeny bit as Jericho got on the offensive. He was teetering a bit when he walked, and she saw him fall to the ring.
"Is he ok? Do you think he's ok?" she asked no one in particular.
"Yeah, look he's up Steph," Kurt said.
"Damn, that was a nice missile dropkick," Edge said.
HBK's chamber was opened, and he started laying everyone out. Jericho was now getting beat up by HBK. He was lying on the ground, and Stephanie hoped it was just to get a breather and not because he was hurt. He got up, and was choked and lifted into the air by Kane. Stephanie silently willed for Kane to let him go, which he did roughly, and Jericho was on the ground again, but not for long.
Jericho tried to hit Kane, but got chokeslammed instead. Stephanie's eyes widened as she saw him lying prone on the ground.
"Get up Chris, get up," she said quietly.
Apparently he had gotten the message as he got up and immediately went for the Lionsault again. He flew through the air, and hit Kane. Stephanie cheered when he got the three count on Kane, eliminating him.
"Man, that's the second man he's eliminated," Edge said, in awe.
"Damn, he just might win this thing," Kurt said.
"That's MY man out there," Stephanie said proudly, "And he's going to get Hunter for me, or try at least."
HBK got up and went for Jericho, but Jericho got on the offensive quickly. He took it to HBK, throwing him into the cage repeatedly. He seemed to be doing alright, which Stephanie was thankful for. Now it looked like Jericho and HHH were going to be double-teaming on HBK, which she didn't care about, any way for Jericho to win.
Jericho did his juke and jive, and Stephanie's smile grew wider than at any other time in the match. Edge and Kurt saw her, and looked at each other, a little bit perplexed. They shrugged, not knowing what was up.
"Steph, what's with the smile?" Edge asked.
"Chris told me that when he does the juke and jive, he's ok, and he's thinking of me," she said blushing slightly.
"Aww, isn't that sweet, they even have special signals," Edge said.
"Oh Edge, when will I know you're thinking of me when you're wrestling."
"When I pull my hair out of my face, that means I miss you Kurt," Edge said, laughing.
"Shut up you guys," Stephanie said, blushing even more.
"Aww, Steph's blushing," Kurt said, pinching her cheek.
"Don't do that," she chastised, swatting his hand away, "I'm trying to watch."
She looked back to the television, only to see that Jericho was on the outside, but it looked like he was ok. Jericho rushed in and gave HBK the bulldog, before giving him the Lionsault. He went for the three, but HBK kicked out, much to the surprise of Jericho and the three watching backstage.
They watched as HBK tried to pin Jericho to no avail, and then HBK putting Jericho in the Walls. Stephanie was actually relieved when HHH broke that up, and beat on HBK. Jericho tried to take advantage of the situation, and tried to pin HBK, but HHH pulled him off.
"What the hell is he doing?" Kurt said.
"I don't know, you'd think he wanted Michaels out of the picture," Edge answered.
Jericho and HHH were now pushing each other, and Stephanie giggled in glee as Jericho stared pushing HHH. It was about time this started happening. HHH got the upperhand for a while, even trying to pin him, but then Jericho came back on the offensive.
Stephanie laughed heartily as Jericho put HHH in the Walls. Her, Kurt and Edge stared chanting for HHH to tap.
"No, don't get to the ropes," Stephanie said loudly. As she said this, Jericho pulled HHH to the center of the ring.
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. Suddenly HBK came out of nowhere, and superkicked Jericho.
"Damn him!" Stephanie said, "Chris was about to eliminate Hunter."
They watched as HBK fell onto Jericho and got him for the three count. And just like that, Jericho was eliminated. Kurt and Edge muttered a few curse words, and Stephanie slammed her fist against her desk.
"Damn it, he should have won that," Stephanie said.
"He did well though Steph," Edge said.
"Yeah, he did," Kurt interjected.
"I guess."
"We lost tonight too," Edge said, laughing.
"I guess we're all losers," Kurt said.
"Yeah, you're losers alright," she told them, "Do you think I can sneak into Chris's dressing room?"
"I guess, you want our help?" Kurt asked.
"Would you?"
"Of course."
"Let's go," Edge said.
Kurt was the first to leave the room, and he made sure the coast was clear. Edge and Stephanie walked out, and started making there way towards the dressing room, talking to each other. They were trying to give people the impression that they were engrossed in conversation.
They stopped outside Jericho's locker room, making it look like they just happened to stop there on accident. They waited as a few wrestlers walked by, trying not to draw attention to themselves. As soon as the hallway cleared, Stephanie slipped into Chris's dressing room unnoticed.
She looked inside, and saw Chris sitting on the bench, with a towel up to his head. He was looking down at the ground, and didn't seem to notice she had walked inside. She locked the door silently behind her, and walked up to him. She stood in front of him, not saying a word.
Jericho was trying to get his bleeding to stop by holding the towel to his head. He knew he had had a great match, and was actually thankful that he had lasted that long, and been able to eliminate two guys. He noticed two very familiar female legs in front of him, and he slowly looked up into Stephanie's face.
"Hey you," she said quietly.
"Hey baby, what are you doing here?" he said, giving her a smile.
She kneeled in front of him, "Came to see you."
"I'm fine Stephy, it's just a cut," he said, seeing her eyeing the towel.
"Ok, I saw you give me the sign, and I knew you were ok."
"I'm glad, I tried to beat on Hunter as much as I could."
"I saw, thank you."
"Anything for you baby."
"You were great out there, I was very impressed."
"Thanks, I'm glad I made it that far."
"You kicked so much ass," she said happily, "I'm so proud of you."
"Did you watch the match alone?"
"No, Edge and Kurt watched it with me. They thought you did great too. They said you can join their losers club, since they both lost tonight."
"Well, I may lost the title, but I still beat two guys."
"That you did," Stephanie said, leaning her arms on his knees.
"Why don't you let me get a shower, and then we can go back to the hotel."
"Ok," Stephanie said, leaning over and kissing him, despite the blood on his lips.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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She smiled a little as she though of how sweet Jericho had been taking care of her while she was sick. Nobody had ever done that for her before, not even her mother. Everyone had been so busy with themselves or the business that she had to care for herself.
But Jericho had taken care of her. He had put up with her fever, her coughing, her runny nose, her nausea. She was lucky she had him, she knew that if she were still with HHH that he wouldn't have given a damn about her. She was so lucky to have Jericho in her life.
She set her things down in her office, wondering if Jericho had arrived yet. He had taken their rental car, and she had taken a limo to the arena. She had left a little bit later than he had, so she assumed he was already here. She might try to get to see him before his match.
She had to admit that she was worried about the match tonight. She didn't know what this Elimination Chamber was going to be like, and she didn't know what to expect from it. Even though he wouldn't admit it, she knew that Jericho was nervous about it too. She wished that she could just go out there, declare him the winner, and have it be done with. She was the boss's daughter, she should be able to do that.
She wandered out into the hall, and down to the gorilla. She walked out of the entrance, and down the walkway. The arena was still empty save for the crew people putting things together. She stopped at the end of walkway and looked up.
There it was, the Elimination Chamber. It looked so big and unforgiving. Quite frankly it was scary looking. Definitely something that could only come from the mind of Eric Bischoff. She pictured Jericho in there later, and sighed as she saw him getting pounded into the cold chains.
"Intimidating isn't it?" she heard a voice behind her.
"Much too much," she replied.
"I'm glad I'm not going to be in that thing," he said, "What are you doing out here?"
"Just looking at that thing," she said, turning back to look at Edge.
"Are you worried about later?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't," she sighed. Edge looked around before stepping closer to her.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Steph."
"I don't know, I'm just so scared that he'll get hurt, what if he gets hurt Edge?" she asked worriedly.
"He won't. Chris is strong Steph, and he knows what he's doing. He won't put himself into danger."
"But what if someone else does? It's brutal inside cages, horrendous inside hell in a cell, I can't even imagine what it will be like in there," she said, looking up at the Chamber briefly.
"Stephanie, you're going to worry yourself sick."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm already sick."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't want to say anything," he said, laughing softly.
"I know that I look awful."
"Nah, you look great as always, Kurt told me you were sick on Thursday."
"Yeah, I stayed at home, Chris took care of me," she said grinning.
"You two are so sickeningly sweet."
"Shut up," she said blushing.
"Want me to walk you back to your dressing room?" Edge asked.
"Sure, you can make sure Bischoff doesn't come near me," she told him, as they started walking.
"What? You don't want his lips on you again?"
Stephanie shuddered, "Yuck, no. Hey, do you know if Chris is here yet?"
"I think I saw him talking to Kurt earlier."
"Ok, thanks," she said as they arrived to her dressing room, "Good luck on your match later, I'll be rooting for you."
"What about Kurt?"
"Well, I'll be rooting for him too, I can't pick sides," she said laughing.
"Well, I'll try my best, bye Steph."
"Bye."
Just as Edge was walking away, Stephanie saw Bischoff walking in her direction. She had no desire to talk to him, and closed her door, locking it behind her. She wasn't going to let him anywhere near her if she could help it. She shuddered in disgust again as she thought about that kiss they had shared.
LATER
Stephanie sat watching the show in her dressing room as they showed Jericho warming up for his match. She smiled as she saw him, still thinking about how he had taken care of her. God, she loved that man.
He looked a little bit nervous, but she knew that she was probably the only one who could tell. She was the one who knew him the best, and she could tell that even though he was trying his best to look tough, he was nervous, scared even of what was to come.
Jericho readjusted his wrist tape for maybe the 500th time. He didn't want to admit it, but he was really nervous about tonight. He didn't know what to expect. He had caught a glimpse of the Chamber on the monitor earlier, but he hadn't seen it up close yet. He knew he was going to be one of the guys in the Chambers, that had been decided earlier.
He jumped around for a little bit longer, than saw as Kurt walked over to him. He gave him a smile, and stopped jumping. He needed some reassurance right about now that nothing would go wrong tonight.
"Hey man," Jericho said.
"Hey, how you doing?"
"I'm ok, I guess."
"Nervous about tonight?"
"You can say that."
"You'll be great."
"Thanks Kurt, I think I needed to hear that from someone."
"What about your better, much better half?"
"She's too nervous about me not getting hurt, I can't blame her, I don't want to get hurt either."
"As long as you play it safe, and don't do anything crazy, you'll be fine."
"I guess so, I'll try anyway." Just then, Benoit came up to them.
"Hey Chris, Kurt, we got a match."
"Hey Benoit."
"Good luck tonight," Benoit told him.
"Yeah, you guys too," Jericho answered.
"Let's go partner," Kurt said grinning, and putting an arm around Benoit, who looked mighty uncomfortable. Jericho laughed as they left.
Jericho decided that now was as good a time as any to see Stephanie, and stealthily made his way to her locker room. He knocked quietly on the door, not knowing if there was anyone in there. No one answered, so he tried the door and found it locked. That was odd, he thought. He knocked again, a little louder.
"If that's you Bischoff, go away!" he heard her yell from behind the door. Jericho looked around, and seeing that no one was around, called out.
"Stephanie, it's me." He heard shuffling, and the door flung open, and Stephanie pulled him roughly inside before closing the door, locking it again.
"What are you doing with the door locked?" he asked.
"Well, I saw Bischoff walking over here earlier, and I don't even want to see him."
"Ok, good enough for me," he said laughing as she walked over and stood in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can't a guy come to see his girlfriend on the once a month we're actually on the same show?"
"I guess so, I just thought you would be warming up or something."
"I can warm up in here," he said laughing, "You wanna braid my hair for me?"
"Sure," she answered sitting on top of her desk. He went and stood between her legs with his back to her. She took his hair, and started braiding it.
"How's the show so far?" he said, looking at the television.
"It's ok," she said, as she watched Big Show beat Brock Lesnar, "Well, it looks like that was a quick match."
"Seems so," he said, "I knew that Heyman was going to turn on Brock, he's a slime."
"I know, I worked with him remember?"
"Yeah," Jericho said chuckling, thinking back to the Alliance, "Hey, a year ago, you're company failed."
"Don't remind me," Stephanie said groaning, "I don't want to remember that disaster. Do you have a hair tie?"
Jericho handed her hair tie, and she tied his hair back. Then she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her. She also wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned against her. She put her chin on his shoulder, and sighed. They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying being wrapped around each other.
"How are you feeling?" he asked after a while.
"I'm ok."
"Don't over exert yourself, I don't want you getting sick again."
"I won't," she paused, "Are you nervous about your match?"
He played with her hand that was around his waist, "Yeah."
"I'm nervous too."
"I promise I'll be careful."
"You really promise?"
"I really promise," he told her, bringing her hand up to his lips, and kissing it softly.
"I'm just so scared for you."
"I know, I'm a little scared too.........but don't tell anyone."
"I won't," she said, laughing softly, "Well, as long as you're not getting hurt, can you kick Hunter's ass for me, and win the title?"
He laughed, "I'll try my damnedest."
"Good," she said smiling, "How will I know if you're ok though, you should have a special sign or something for me."
"Hmm," he said thinking for a minute, "When I do my juke and jive, that means I'm ok, and I'm thinking of you, how's that?"
"Sounds good," she told him, kissing the side of his neck.
They watched the Tag Team title match quietly for a little while, noticing that Kurt and Benoit had gotten eliminated. They both were now silently rooting for Edge and Rey to win. That was the good thing about having two friends on two different teams, the odds were with you.
"I better get going," Jericho said softly. Stephanie let go of him, and he stepped away from her, before turning around to look at her.
"Ok, you want me to tie your goatee for you?"
"Sure," he told her, handing her another tie. She tied his goatee, and pulled him closer using the goatee, "Ouch that hurt."
She kissed him deeply, before pulling away, panting slightly, "Good luck sweetie."
"Thanks, I'll probably need it."
"Please don't get hurt."
"I won't, don't worry baby." He leaned in, and kissed her again.
"I love you," she told him softly, her eyes holding the worry that she felt. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"I love you too."
He walked to the door, unlocking it. He peeked his head out and didn't see anyone in the immediate area, so he snuck out. He didn't see that RVD had been walking down the hallway and saw him coming out of Stephanie's office.
"What were you doing in there?" RVD asked. Jericho looked startled, before turning around, his face emotionless.
"Bugging the bitch, what do you think I was doing?"
"I thought you didn't hate her, anymore."
"Of course I hate her, I left her show didn't I?"
"Whatever man, we've got a match that I'm going to win."
"Whatever Van Dam, I'd like to see you try," Jericho said, before the other man walked ahead of him.
"I'll win, and it'll all be cool, because everything's cool when you're RVD," he said chuckling.
Jericho breathed a sigh of relief as RVD walked past. That had been a close one, but he figured that RVD didn't even care about what had just happened. He had a feeling, right now RVD didn't have a care in the world. Luckily it had been him, and not someone who could find out the truth about him and Stephanie.
Stephanie watched as Jericho walked down the walkway and to the Elimination Chamber. He looked so nervous, and she knew that she was just as nervous. She watched him climb tentatively into the cage, and then get locked into the Chamber. She breathed deeply not knowing what the match would bring.
She watched the other men enter, and then RVD and HHH start off the match. She was glad every time RVD hit a move on HHH, served her bastard ex- husband right. She couldn't help but laugh as she saw Jericho grab RVD's leg to keep him from fighting, he was so clever like that. After the five minutes were up, she saw the countdown to the next entrant, and the lights shining on who would be entering next. It was Jericho.
"Go Chris," she said to herself, silently praying that he would be ok.
She saw as RVD started brutalizing on Jericho, and hoped that he didn't hurt him with his crazy style. She breathed in relief when she saw Jericho get the upper hand, even if he was working with her ex-husband. It would only be a matter of time when he would lay into HHH. She laughed out loud when she saw Jericho give HBK the crotch chop. The door to her office opened, and Edge walked in, freshly showered and in street clothes.
"Hey Stephanie, mind if I come in?"
"No, make yourself at home," she said gesturing to the chairs near her, but not taking her eyes off of the television screen.
"How's the match so far?"
"It's ok, Chris is in there."
"He is, how's he doing?"
"Fine.........so far."
They both watched as Booker T's chamber opened, and he cleaned house. Stephanie tried to keep her eyes on the action, but they kept falling onto Jericho who was still laid out. She hoped that he would get up soon, and start kicking some ass. A knock sounded at the door, and Edge went to answer it, finding Kurt on the other side.
"Hey, thought I'd come watch the match, how's it going?" Kurt said as he walked in.
"It's going ok, Jericho just got up," Stephanie answered.
They saw as Jericho got nailed to the outside of the ring onto the steel grating, and they all winced. Especially Kurt and Edge, who could only imagine what that would feel like. They watched as RVD was pinned, and eliminated, and Stephanie sighed, glad that Jericho wasn't the first out of the match.
"1 down, 4 to go," Kurt said.
"Go Chris," Edge added.
Kane entered the fray next, and they watched as they saw him go after Booker and Jericho. Now Kane was going after Jericho, and they watched what he would do next. Stephanie's breath caught as Jericho was thrown to the outside, and then thrown into the cage itself.
Then Kane took Jericho and threw him into the plexi-glass of one of the Chambers. Stephanie yelped in horror as she saw her boyfriend break through the glass, and fall down. She looked in fear as Jericho lay there, and hoped against hopes that he was alright.
"I'm sure he's ok Steph," Kurt said comfortingly, noticing Stephanie's face.
"Yeah, Chris can handle anything."
"Kurt, when you were thrown through the plexi-glass at King of the Ring last year, did you feel alright?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, considering I had already broken my tailbone, no, but I don't think Jericho broke his tailbone, so I don't know," Kurt said, sheepishly.
Stephanie sighed in relief as she saw Jericho slowly get out of the mess of plexi-glass he had been thrown into. Then they saw him get a Lionsault on Booker and pin him for the three-count. Edge and Kurt high-fived each other, and Stephanie's worried expression turned happy.
"Yes, that's how you win championships," Edge said.
Almost immediately after Booker was pinned, Kane went after Jericho, and threw him outside the ring again. Stephanie flinched when she saw Jericho's bloody face. He was bleeding a lot, and looked a little out of it, she hoped he didn't have a concussion or anything.
"Damn it, why can't Kane just leave him alone," Stephanie muttered as Jericho tried to climb the cage, but failed.
Stephanie watched as Jericho was thrown into the ring again, and beat on some more by Kane. Would this ever end? She saw Jericho kick out of the count, and smiled a teeny bit as Jericho got on the offensive. He was teetering a bit when he walked, and she saw him fall to the ring.
"Is he ok? Do you think he's ok?" she asked no one in particular.
"Yeah, look he's up Steph," Kurt said.
"Damn, that was a nice missile dropkick," Edge said.
HBK's chamber was opened, and he started laying everyone out. Jericho was now getting beat up by HBK. He was lying on the ground, and Stephanie hoped it was just to get a breather and not because he was hurt. He got up, and was choked and lifted into the air by Kane. Stephanie silently willed for Kane to let him go, which he did roughly, and Jericho was on the ground again, but not for long.
Jericho tried to hit Kane, but got chokeslammed instead. Stephanie's eyes widened as she saw him lying prone on the ground.
"Get up Chris, get up," she said quietly.
Apparently he had gotten the message as he got up and immediately went for the Lionsault again. He flew through the air, and hit Kane. Stephanie cheered when he got the three count on Kane, eliminating him.
"Man, that's the second man he's eliminated," Edge said, in awe.
"Damn, he just might win this thing," Kurt said.
"That's MY man out there," Stephanie said proudly, "And he's going to get Hunter for me, or try at least."
HBK got up and went for Jericho, but Jericho got on the offensive quickly. He took it to HBK, throwing him into the cage repeatedly. He seemed to be doing alright, which Stephanie was thankful for. Now it looked like Jericho and HHH were going to be double-teaming on HBK, which she didn't care about, any way for Jericho to win.
Jericho did his juke and jive, and Stephanie's smile grew wider than at any other time in the match. Edge and Kurt saw her, and looked at each other, a little bit perplexed. They shrugged, not knowing what was up.
"Steph, what's with the smile?" Edge asked.
"Chris told me that when he does the juke and jive, he's ok, and he's thinking of me," she said blushing slightly.
"Aww, isn't that sweet, they even have special signals," Edge said.
"Oh Edge, when will I know you're thinking of me when you're wrestling."
"When I pull my hair out of my face, that means I miss you Kurt," Edge said, laughing.
"Shut up you guys," Stephanie said, blushing even more.
"Aww, Steph's blushing," Kurt said, pinching her cheek.
"Don't do that," she chastised, swatting his hand away, "I'm trying to watch."
She looked back to the television, only to see that Jericho was on the outside, but it looked like he was ok. Jericho rushed in and gave HBK the bulldog, before giving him the Lionsault. He went for the three, but HBK kicked out, much to the surprise of Jericho and the three watching backstage.
They watched as HBK tried to pin Jericho to no avail, and then HBK putting Jericho in the Walls. Stephanie was actually relieved when HHH broke that up, and beat on HBK. Jericho tried to take advantage of the situation, and tried to pin HBK, but HHH pulled him off.
"What the hell is he doing?" Kurt said.
"I don't know, you'd think he wanted Michaels out of the picture," Edge answered.
Jericho and HHH were now pushing each other, and Stephanie giggled in glee as Jericho stared pushing HHH. It was about time this started happening. HHH got the upperhand for a while, even trying to pin him, but then Jericho came back on the offensive.
Stephanie laughed heartily as Jericho put HHH in the Walls. Her, Kurt and Edge stared chanting for HHH to tap.
"No, don't get to the ropes," Stephanie said loudly. As she said this, Jericho pulled HHH to the center of the ring.
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. Suddenly HBK came out of nowhere, and superkicked Jericho.
"Damn him!" Stephanie said, "Chris was about to eliminate Hunter."
They watched as HBK fell onto Jericho and got him for the three count. And just like that, Jericho was eliminated. Kurt and Edge muttered a few curse words, and Stephanie slammed her fist against her desk.
"Damn it, he should have won that," Stephanie said.
"He did well though Steph," Edge said.
"Yeah, he did," Kurt interjected.
"I guess."
"We lost tonight too," Edge said, laughing.
"I guess we're all losers," Kurt said.
"Yeah, you're losers alright," she told them, "Do you think I can sneak into Chris's dressing room?"
"I guess, you want our help?" Kurt asked.
"Would you?"
"Of course."
"Let's go," Edge said.
Kurt was the first to leave the room, and he made sure the coast was clear. Edge and Stephanie walked out, and started making there way towards the dressing room, talking to each other. They were trying to give people the impression that they were engrossed in conversation.
They stopped outside Jericho's locker room, making it look like they just happened to stop there on accident. They waited as a few wrestlers walked by, trying not to draw attention to themselves. As soon as the hallway cleared, Stephanie slipped into Chris's dressing room unnoticed.
She looked inside, and saw Chris sitting on the bench, with a towel up to his head. He was looking down at the ground, and didn't seem to notice she had walked inside. She locked the door silently behind her, and walked up to him. She stood in front of him, not saying a word.
Jericho was trying to get his bleeding to stop by holding the towel to his head. He knew he had had a great match, and was actually thankful that he had lasted that long, and been able to eliminate two guys. He noticed two very familiar female legs in front of him, and he slowly looked up into Stephanie's face.
"Hey you," she said quietly.
"Hey baby, what are you doing here?" he said, giving her a smile.
She kneeled in front of him, "Came to see you."
"I'm fine Stephy, it's just a cut," he said, seeing her eyeing the towel.
"Ok, I saw you give me the sign, and I knew you were ok."
"I'm glad, I tried to beat on Hunter as much as I could."
"I saw, thank you."
"Anything for you baby."
"You were great out there, I was very impressed."
"Thanks, I'm glad I made it that far."
"You kicked so much ass," she said happily, "I'm so proud of you."
"Did you watch the match alone?"
"No, Edge and Kurt watched it with me. They thought you did great too. They said you can join their losers club, since they both lost tonight."
"Well, I may lost the title, but I still beat two guys."
"That you did," Stephanie said, leaning her arms on his knees.
"Why don't you let me get a shower, and then we can go back to the hotel."
"Ok," Stephanie said, leaning over and kissing him, despite the blood on his lips.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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