She giggled as he wrapped an arm around her. They had decided to fly to Phoenix together from Toronto. He smiled down at her and locked the doors on the rental car they were sharing. He let go of her and grabbed her bag for her.

"You don't have to carry my bag," she said.

"It's ok, I want to."

She kissed his cheek, "That's so sweet of you."

He grinned, "I know."

She laughed and smiled at him. They walked into the arena, and made their way down to Christian's locker room. She held the door open for him, and he walked in and put his things down. Jericho looked up from his place on the bench.

"Hey man," Jericho said.

"Hey," Christian answered, before going into the bathroom.

"Hi Trish," Jericho said, looking at the woman.

"Hi Jericho," she said, uncomfortably.

"You can call me Chris," Jericho said, smiling.

"Ok.........Chris," she said, still standing in the doorway.

"You can come inside," Jericho said to her, "I'm not going to offer you any Vitamin C."

She giggled, and walked in, "I guess if you don't offer me anything."

"I won't, my girlfriend would probably kill me if I did."

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend before a couple of weeks ago."

"Not many people do," Jericho said laughing, "But I wouldn't break her trust like that."

"He's whipped," Christian added, coming into the room.

"Shut up man," Jericho said.

"Come on, you know you're whipped."

"Trish, you wanna get your boyfriend in line?" Jericho laughed.

"Hey, I'm not saying anything that's not the truth," Christian said, "You should see him Trish, she's got him wrapped around her finger."

"I believe it," Trish said.

"God, everyone's ganging up on me," Jericho pouted.

"Hey, maybe we can double date sometime?" Trish said, excitedly.

Christian and Jericho shared a look. A look filled with fear. Christian had previously told them that he wasn't going to tell Trish about everything until he knew that he could trust her. With the other people in on the plan, they knew they could trust them off the bat, but no one really knew Trish.

"Well, my girlfriend she doesn't travel with me," Jericho lied.

"Does she live in Tampa?" Trish asked.

"Um," Jericho thought for a moment, "Actually no, she lives in New England, we have a long distance relationship."

"Oh, how long have you been together?"

"Um, going on six months," Jericho smiled, thinking about Stephanie.

"Wow, congratulations," she said.

"I think you should give her the congratulations for sticking with him for so long," Christian interjected.

"Ha ha," Jericho said blandly.

"What's her name?" Trish asked.

Jericho froze for a moment, "Marie," he said, thinking of Stephanie's middle name.

"What a pretty name." Jericho's phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Now who's the one who never looks at the display," she said.

"Hey baby," he said happily, "What did you call for?"

"To hear your voice," she said coyly.

"Well that's a stupid reason to call."

"No, not so much. What are you doing?"

"I'm talking with Christian and Trish," he told her.

"Oh, should I go?" she asked.

"No, it's ok."

"Ok. So have you decided about the Royal Rumble?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He had been thinking about the Royal Rumble for the past couple weeks. He wanted to regain his glory from last year. And winning the Royal Rumble was the easiest way to do that.

"And what's you decision?"

"I'm gonna enter."

"Good for you," she said happily, "Winning the Royal Rumble is one of the only things you haven't done."

"I know baby."

"I know you know, I'm just saying is all."

"I know you know I know."

"Well, I know you know I know you know."

"This could go on for a while," Christian whispered to Trish.

"Are he and his girlfriend always like that?" she whispered back.

"Yes, trust me. How bout I walk you to your dressing room?"

"Sure," she smiled.

"Ok."

Christian picked up her bag, and wrapped his other arm around Trish's waist. They laughed when they saw Jericho still arguing on the phone with his girlfriend. They left the locker room, and walked the short distance to Trish's locker room. They stopped in front of it.

"I'll see you after the show," Christian said.

"Of course, I'll be waiting."

"I have the main event, so I hope you don't mind waiting."

Trish kissed him lightly, "I don't mind."

Christian smiled, "Good luck in your match."

"Thank you, good luck in yours."

Christian kissed her one more time then went back to his dressing room. Jericho was still on the phone with Stephanie. He walked past him and lounged on one of the benches for a while, thinking about his match later.

"I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know," Jericho said proudly.

"I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know," Stephanie said smugly.

"I hate you," Jericho said.

"No you don't," she said defiantly.

"I do," he said.

"No you don't," she countered.

"Can I win just one time?"

"Fine, you hate me," she giggled, "Does this mean I have to leave your room?"

"No, I'll still want my way with you later, but I gotta go ok, I'm going to announce to the world, I'm going to be in the Rumble, but first I have to tell Bischoff."

"Oh, good luck sweetie, I'll see you later."

"Bye baby." Jericho hung up the phone and grabbed the top to his "sparkly pajamas."

"You going somewhere?" Christian asked.

"I'm going to talk to Bischoff about entering the Royal Rumble, then I'm going to go out there and announce it."

"Cool, cool," Christian nodded.

"So you and Trish, I assume you're officially an item."

"Yeah," Christian sighed happily.

"Whoa, I hope I was never that way," Jericho said, chuckling.

"What way?"

"All wishy-washy like you are."

"Shut up."

"Really man, I'm happy for you, at least you get a relationship you don't have to hide," Jericho said, frowning a little.

"Dude, you'll get to tell everyone soon enough. Besides, you guys, you have one of the best relationships I've ever seen. You two belong together."

"You think so?"

"Well yeah, I don't think anyone else will put up with you two."

Jericho shook his head, "I'm going to talk to Bischoff."

"See you in a while man."

"Bye."

Jericho walked down the hallway. He was feeling pretty good about the whole Rumble thing. Maybe he'd go on to WrestleMania and win the title again. It would be nice to be the champ again. Once he had gotten that taste of world title gold, it was hard to give up. He reached Bischoff's office and walked in unannounced.

"Chris Jericho, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Bischoff said smarmily.

"I want in the Rumble Bischoff."

"Oh, you want in the Rumble. Well, I'll think about it."

"I want an answer Bischoff."

"What's the rush?"

"I was going to go announce it to the crowd."

"Well then, far be it for me to say no. Of course you can be in the Rumble."

"Thanks," Jericho said mildly. Then he left.

"Thanks for covering me out there," Jericho said to Christian.

"No problem man, you know I got your back."

"Good to know. How's your woman after that match?"

"She's ok, I'm about to kick Richard's ass for what he did. Trish said not to bother. She's like that."

"Like what?"

"Independent like that. Doesn't want my help," Christian shrugged.

"You know who is like that too. I mean, she'll ask help with the big stuff. But the small stuff, she likes to handle it herself."

"I know what you mean."

"Well, we better get ready for our match."

Jericho and Christian walked to the gorilla for their match. The tension was a little high after that argument they had just had. They stood waiting for their cue to go out there for their match.

"Sorry about that back there," Jericho mumbled.

"Huh?" Christian said.

"Didn't mean to get all snippy. I'm glad you're entering the Rumble. I hope you do well."

"Thanks man, you too."

Jericho paused for a moment, "Do you really think my beard is stupid?"

Christian looked away for a second, "Yeah."

"That's what everyone thinks," Jericho said, thinking.

"Makes you look Amish," Christian said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, all you need is the black clothes and to have a barn-raising."

"Shut up," Jericho said.

"Well, do you really think my tattoo looks like a blob of ink?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Oh, ok," Christian shrugged.

"Yeah."

"Hey boys," Randy said coming up to them, "Is the air clear around here?"

Jericho and Christian looked at each for a moment, shook their heads, then walking out for the match.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Rumble himself."

"The one and only," Jericho said, putting his bag down, then standing up proudly.

"So are you going to add Royal Rumble winner to your resume?"

"You betcha," he said, jumping on the bed next to her, and grinning cheekily.

"So you dream about WrestleMania, and how you would've won?" she said, frowning a little.

"Sometimes," he said, not noticing her face.

"Oh.........I'm sorry."

"What? What are you sorry for?" he said, taking one of her hands in his.

"If it weren't for me, you probably would've won."

"How do you figure that?"

"I didn't do a good enough job for you. You were probably distracted by me."

"Baby, you weren't a distraction and you tried your best."

"But it wasn't good enough was it? And you kept having to protect me, you were distracted."

"No I wasn't, I lost because on that night, and that night only, Hunter happened to be slightly better than me. Not because of you."

"I don't believe you, but thanks for trying to make me feel better."

He leaned over and kissed her, "You should believe me."

She smiled a little, "Ok, I believe you, and only because you've never steered me wrong before."

"Thank you," he kissed her hand, "And you know when I dream about WrestleMania?"

"Uh huh," she said.

"You wanna know why I dream about WrestleMania? The truth?"

"Sure," she said shrugging.

"Because it lets me dream about you."

Stephanie giggled, "Well, I hope you get to WrestleMania so you can relive past glory."

"I hope so too."