A/N: Now I know you're wondering, what the hell is this? A chapter on Tuesday! How could this be? Well, I was watching the anniversary show, and since it was like a regular show since everyone seemed to be in character, I decided to write a chapter for it. Aren't you all so very lucky?
Oh, and I'd like to comment on the fact that Jericho was sitting like one table over from Stephanie, and was totally able to stare at her all night under the pretense that he was looking at the stage. How convenient. And now you know how desperate I am for anything Smoochy. ;)
Jericho walked out of the bathroom. She looked up from her place at the vanity, and Stephanie's jaw dropped as she looked at him. He did a little twirl for her and smiled. She stared at him in disbelief, then tried to smile, but it ended up looking like she was cringing.
"That's what you're wearing?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, smiling proudly.
"That's what you're wearing?" she asked again, giving him a once over.
"Yes, Stephanie this is what I'm wearing."
"Oh."
"You don't like it."
"It's just.........different," she said.
"Well, yeah, that's what I was going for," he said.
"Well, if that's what you were going for, then you succeeded."
"You don't like it," Jericho said, pouting.
"It's not that sweetie, it's just well, this is a nice affair, and you're wearing.........that."
"I'm not changing."
"That's fine, it's not like I'm being seen with you or anything."
Jericho came over and stood behind her as she put on her make-up. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled. Then he looked at her through the mirror.
"Too bad we can't be seen together, I'd love to have you on my arm tonight," he commented, "You look beautiful."
She grinned, "Thank you."
"Just telling the truth."
A knock sounded at the door, and Jericho looked at his watch, "They're early."
"Go look through the peephole," Stephanie said, still working on her make-up.
"Fine master," Jericho said sarcastically.
"That's right and don't you forget it," she laughed.
Jericho walked over to the door, and looked through the peephole. He saw Linda standing outside, waiting to be let in. He looked back at Stephanie.
"Who is it sweetie?"
"It's your mom," Jericho answered.
"Well, let her in," Stephanie said, looking back at the mirror.
Jericho opened the door, and Linda looked at him in surprise.
"Chris, I wasn't expecting you here."
"Yeah, I'm just waiting with Stephanie."
"Ok, I wanted to tell her to come up to my room when she's ready to go."
"Ok Mom," Stephanie called out.
"You look interesting Chris," Linda said.
"Thanks," he said grinning.
"Well, I better be going, you're father was trying to decide what to wear last time I checked with him."
"Ok Mom, I'll see you in a while."
"Bye Mrs. McMahon," Jericho said.
"Chris, call me Linda, Mrs. McMahon makes me sound like I'm your boss."
"You are my boss," Jericho chuckled.
"Well, right now, I'm your girlfriend's mother, not your boss."
"Ok.........Linda. Does this mean I still call you Mrs. McMahon at work?"
"Yes," she said laughing, before leaving.
Jericho closed the door, "I'm glad your mom approves of us."
"So am I," Stephanie said, getting up, "How do I look?"
"Fabulous."
"Christian, what do you think of my dress," Trish said.
Christian's jaw dropped, "You look amazing."
She grinned, "Really?"
"Yes, I mean, yeah, that dress, and your hair, wow."
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."
"I really like it, wow, you just look spectacular."
Trish grinned again, "You always know the right things to say."
"I've had practice."
She kissed him, "I adore you."
"Looking good Bald Eagle," Jericho said as he let Kurt into the room.
"You're looking shiny King of the World," Kurt said, looking over Jericho's outfit.
"Can you guys quit with the names for one night?" Stephanie said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Fine," Jericho and Kurt said in unison.
"Thank you," she sighed.
"Hey look at me," Kurt said and walked around unaided.
"I'm assuming you're feeling better," Jericho said.
"Yup, completely healed," Kurt said. Stephanie walked into the room.
"Wow, looking smoking Steph," Kurt whistled.
"Thank you," Stephanie said, giving a little twirl.
Jericho walked over and kissed her, "Ego much?"
"You're trying to tell me about ego, that's rich."
Kurt went and sat on the couch, "So where's everyone?"
"Christian can't come, he's with Trish, Edge and Shane should be on their way."
"Oh ok," Kurt said, lounging on the couch.
"Make yourself at home Kurt," Stephanie said, laughing.
"Thanks," he said, putting his feet up on the coffee table. Jericho laughed as Stephanie rolled her eyes.
There was another knock at the door and Stephanie went to answer it. Edge and Shane walked into the room. Shane was carrying a bottle of champagne.
"Hey, I thought we'd make this party fun," Shane said, holding up the bottle, "Got any glasses?"
"Yeah," Stephanie said
She got up and went over the bar that was in her suite. She grabbed five glasses and handed them around to everyone. After she was finished, she went and sat on Jericho's lap. Shane then walked around and poured everyone a glass.
"We're all looking very dapper tonight," Edge said, "Well, everyone except you Chris."
"God, why is everyone ragging on my outfit?"
"Because it's so.........loud," Shane said.
"I like it," Jericho said indignantly.
"Well, if you like it, I guess that's all that counts," Edge said.
"Yeah," Jericho said, fixing his collar.
"We should have a toast," Stephanie said.
"Why are we always making toasts?" Kurt asked.
"Because we're weird," Edge answered.
"Well, yeah, but still every time we're all together we have to toast."
"I nominate Kurt to give the toast," Edge said.
"I second that," Shane said.
Jericho and Stephanie looked at each other, "We third."
"Oh my God, now you're answering together," Edge groaned.
"Yeah," they both said. All the other guys shook their head.
"Get with the toast Angle," Shane spoke up.
"Fine, fine. That we all win something, well, those of us nominated. That we can have many more meetings like this. And that Bischoff gets fired so we're not the only ones who have to suffer watching Chris and Stephanie make goo-goo eyes at each other all the time."
"Ha ha," Jericho said.
They all toasted, and drank their champagne. Jericho and Stephanie started kissing after they had drunk their champagne. The rest of the guys rolled their eyes as they saw them.
"Can't you two quit for two minutes?" Edge said.
"No, because I have to look at her for two hours and not get to touch her, I'm making up for it now," Jericho answered, then went back to kissing Stephanie.
"They're impossible," Shane said.
Kurt looked at his watch, "Man, we gotta go. Hey, you two, come up for air, we have to leave."
"Fine, fine," Jericho muttered.
"Ok, I'm going with Kurt, so we're going to head out," Jericho said, "See you later baby."
"You're sneaking to my room later right sweetie?" Stephanie said.
"Yeah," he said, kissing her quickly.
"Why do you guys have separate rooms?" Kurt asked, getting up as well.
"Since everyone from both sides is here, we figured it might be better if we got separate rooms, for show of course," Jericho answered.
"Oh, I see," Kurt said, "Well, we've got to go." Jericho and Kurt left.
"Well, I'm gonna go, I'm driving myself," Edge said, laughing, "See you guys later."
"Bye," Stephanie and Shane called out.
"Well, we better go upstairs and meet with Mom and Daddy," Stephanie said, getting up.
"Yeah," Shane said and held his arm out to Stephanie.
"Let's get this show on the road.
"Hey man, nice outfit," Christian snickered as Jericho sat down.
"Shut up," Jericho said, shaking his head. It was going to be a long night.
"It's very you though, what did the missus think of it?"
"One, we're not married--"
"Yet anyway, and besides you seem like it."
"And two, she didn't like it."
"Surprise, surprise."
"Where's your girl?"
"Over there," Christian said, pointing at Trish, who was sitting at another table.
"Why's she over there."
"Assigned seating man."
"Oh, yeah," Jericho said.
Then he noticed that Stephanie was walking in on the arm of her brother. She looked even better than she did before if that was even possible. The lighting made her look fantastic. She winked at him as she glanced over, and he smiled.
"You two are obvious," Christian whispered.
"What?" Jericho said, whipping his head around.
"Well, not to the naked eye, but to the trained eye, you guys are so obvious."
"Oh, ok, you had me worried for a second."
As soon as everyone was seated, and the clock struck nine, the show started. Jericho kept staring at Stephanie. It didn't help that she was in the front row and that from the angle he was at, he had a great view of her. She would occasionally glance back at him and kind of smile.
Michaels came out, and Jericho scowled, thinking about how he wasn't going to be the number one position in the Royal Rumble. No, Michaels had to beat him to the punch. He heard him announce Trish as the Diva of the Decade, and then Christian whistled loudly.
"That's my girlfriend," Christian said proudly. Jericho shook his head and laughed.
Trish gave her acceptance speech, and smiled down at Christian. Christian was clapping like a madman, proud that his girlfriend had made enough impact that she would win an award.
Christian leaned over to Jericho, "My girlfriend won an award."
"Yeah, man, I can see that," Jericho chuckled.
The Don't Try This At Home award was next and Shane came out to present it. They showed the nominees, and Kurt Angle turned out to be the winner. Jericho and Christian clapped for him, glad he had won something. Even Edge managed to clap a little without too much suspicion.
Kurt walked up there. He knew he would win, he even prepared a speech and everything. His followers, er, team, walked with him and held the American flag. Kurt started his speech, knowing everyone would be enthralled with what he had to say. Just as he was getting to the good stuff, they cut him off. Kurt looked around in disbelief. How could they do this to him? He was ushered off the stage, a little bit upset.
Jericho laughed at Kurt's antics, then watched as Booker T came out next. Booker just had to make mention of his outfit. He was starting to regret wearing it a little bit. But he kind of liked being the center of attention. It was kind of fun, so he shrugged it off. He did notice Stephanie trying no to burst out in laughter.
"I'm up next," Jericho said, then discreetly got up.
He had been chosen to present the award for best microphone work. He knew that he was a shoo-in. There was no one better than him. He went backstage and waited for his cue to go out. He went out there, ready to accept the award. He saw Stephanie grin at him as he sent her a couple looks.
He went on to present the award to himself, but was flabbergasted that The Rock had won. Over him? No way. Jericho decided since Rock wasn't there, he should get it instead, it was only fair. He grabbed the award from Lillian and was about to take it when the Rock showed up. Jericho rolled his eyes.
The Rock berated Jericho, and Jericho just stood there. It was nice to hear boos for Rocky. Jericho went backstage and listened to Rock's little diatribe. He was tempted to go back out there and defend Stephanie when Rock was teasing her but refrained. Instead he walked back to his seat.
"Sorry bout that man," Christian said.
"Whatever man, I should've won," Jericho said.
"Yeah, you should've."
"Oh well."
The award for the best romance came up next. Jericho watched in disinterest until they showed the McMahon-Helmsley affair. He was disgusted by what he saw. Sure, he didn't really like her back then, but it was still painful to watch. Mostly because he and Stephanie hid their relationship.
His jaw dropped slightly as Stephanie and HHH won. This was great, just great. He snorted loudly, and tried to act nonchalant, but in actuality was pissed off. HHH walked past him, and Jericho had the urge to trip the man. Well, Stephanie would just go up there, accept the award, and then leave. Simple as that.
Stephanie's mouth dropped as she heard her name announced. She couldn't believe this. Who the hell had decided this? She reluctantly got up and walked on the stage. She sent Jericho a look saying that she would rather be anywhere but here. Jericho looked at HHH in disdain. Well, the faster she got this over with the better.
Hunter tried to pull some crap over Stephanie about kissing him. She was shocked that he would want that, but then HHH pulled Stephanie towards him. She was a little shocked, maybe she would get a little bit of revenge on HHH here and now. She had been waiting for this. Maybe she should slap him, or push, or something.
Jericho's fists were clenched at his sides, and he was biting his lip so hard it was bleeding. That asshole wanted to kiss his girlfriend, HIS girlfriend. And he was pulling her towards him. Jericho resisted the urge to rush the stage and start beating on HHH right then and there, plan be damned. Christian, Edge, Kurt, and Shane were all looking at Jericho's reaction. They didn't want to have to break up any fights.
Stephanie was not going to fall for this shit. Nonetheless, she closed her eyes. Seconds later, she opened them to see HHH pulling his pants down. She rolled her eyes, she had actually wasted two years of her life with this man? An idea floated in Stephanie's brain, and she looked evilly at Jericho.
Jericho loosened up a bit as he saw Stephanie look at him. He knew she was going to do something. She looked at her hand than HHH's very, very ugly ass. Then she gave Jericho a smirk and slapped the hell out of HHH's backside. Then she grabbed the award and walked off satisfied.
HHH stumbled backstage, trying to pull his pants up. He managed to get them all the way up, and ran towards Stephanie. He put his hand on her shoulder and she turned around and laughed.
"What the hell was that?"
"What Hunter?" she said innocently.
"You know you want a kiss from me Steph, I could see it in your eyes."
"The only thing in my eyes Hunter was disgust at seeing you drop your pants."
"Come on, Steph, let's relive old times, we can relive old time all night," he said, brushing some of her hair away. Stephanie smirked, and got an idea.
"You want me Hunter?" she said, biting her lip coyly.
"Definitely," he said, caressing her cheek.
"Have you been needing me, craving me?"
"Yes, so much," he said leaning in closer and closer.
"How much Hunter?" she said, seductively.
"I've missed you Steph, come on, let's just go back to my hotel room."
"Can I give you a sneak peek at what's to come?" she said.
"Yeah baby," he said eagerly.
"This."
She reared her hand back, and delivered the best slap of her life. HHH stumbled back a little, the shock of the blow knocking him back. Stephanie smirked cruelly at him, and dusted off her hands.
"I don't want you Hunter, I don't want you ever again. Remember that. You are nothing to me. Now, I have to go wash my hands. Never know where your ass has been."
Jericho was getting kind of nervous. Stephanie still hadn't returned to her seat. She'd been backstage for an awful long time. He hadn't see HHH come back out either. Had they decided to be "nostalgic" after all? Jericho kept looking to the side of the stage, hoping that Stephanie would come out already. Then he saw HHH come out, and breathed a small sigh of relief as he saw a huge red mark on the side of HHH's face. Seems his ass wasn't the only thing slapped.
Stephanie went to the bathroom, then came back out and went back to her seat. She saw Jericho smile at her and she discreetly winked at him as she went to sit down. He smiled even wider at her.
The show went by fairly quickly. Jericho and Christian were pretty stoked about winning best match. And then Edge had come out to present best Raw moment, and everyone had gone on the stage. Jericho stood with Christian and Kurt, with Edge right in front of them. Stephanie was about five people down from him. She sent him a small smile which he returned.
"Congratulations," Kurt said to Jericho and Christian.
"Thanks, you too," Jericho said.
"Yeah, got cut off," Kurt said bitterly.
"Hey, so did we," Jericho said.
"Oh yeah."
They left the stage after the show, and got in their respective rides and drove the short while back to the hotel. Jericho went to his room, and changed into some pajamas. He stuck his head out of the door and looked both ways. He and Stephanie were about three doors away from each other. He didn't see anyone and ran barefoot down the hallway to Stephanie's room. He put the key in and ran inside. Stephanie was in her robe, taking off her make-up when Jericho ran inside.
"Well hello," she said, turning to him.
"Hey baby."
"That's award winner to you," she said, glancing at the trophy sitting on the nightstand.
"You took it?"
"I had to put up with Hunter for two years, I deserved it."
"I got my trophy too."
"How did you manage that?"
"Timing, all timing," he said as he lay on the bed.
"I guess," she finished up with her make-up and went to the bed. She lay down, and cuddled next to Jericho.
"I got kind of worried earlier," he told her.
"Because of Hunter and I?"
"Yeah, I thought you were really going to kiss. You didn't look like you would've resisted."
"Oh, sweetie I would've, I didn't want his filthy lips anywhere near me."
"I'm glad," he said, kissing her, "Then you were backstage for an awful long time."
"Yeah, because Hunter was trying to get me to bed."
"He was?"
"Yeah, I slapped the hell out of him, don't worry."
"I know, I saw the red mark on his face."
"Oops," she giggled. A knock was heard on the door.
"Who is that?" Jericho said.
"I don't know, I'll be right back," she said, getting up.
She went to the door, and opened it without looking first, expecting her mom or Shane or something. She should've looked as she saw HHH standing there, looking down at her. She frowned.
"What do you want Hunter?" she said, loudly so Jericho wouldn't come out of the bedroom.
"I'm giving you one last chance."
"No."
"Steph, you want me, I know it."
"No," she repeated.
He ran his finger down her neck, and started to go down to her robe, but she swatted his hand away.
"Don't fight this Steph, people see we're meant to be."
"No."
"We're right for each other, and you know it."
"No," she said again.
"Stop saying that," he said, starting to get angry.
"No."
"Stephanie, I'm giving you one last chance. We can make this night memorable."
She scowled, "No."
"Fine, if that's the way you want to play, you blew it Steph, blew it." He started to leave.
"No, Hunter, I don't think I did," she called out, "One question though Hunter."
He turned around and growled, "What?"
"Was it just me, or were you wearing the same underwear as last night? That's kinda gross," she said, before slamming the door.
Jericho came out, and walked up behind her and started kissing her neck, "Wow, you sure told him."
"He was being annoying."
"I could hear," he said, still kissing.
"I don't want to have sex with him ever again."
"I know. But how about we go be 'nostalgic?'"
"How so?"
"You're nothing but a filthy, dirty, disgusting, bottom-feeding trash bag ho," he whispered against her skin.
"I hate you Jericho."
"You know, I'm going to do something I should've done a long time ago."
"And what's that?" she sneered.
"I'm going to make you scream louder than that assclown of a husband ever did."
