Shopping With Wrestlers
Chris "Y2J" Jericho
With special appearance by Stephanie McMahon!
Disclaimer: I only own me, the Grand-Master of Ceremonies and future Queen of Switzerland.
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Chris Jericho: -walks into the store, now a photography shop-
Jadyn: Hello. What do you want?
Y2J: How dare you not bow down before me, the LIVING LEGEND, the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION?!
Jadyn: Please tell me you're high and this is not your actual personality.
Y2J: I want pictures of me and my beautiful belts.
Jadyn: That was improper grammar.
Y2J: GET TO IT, WOMAN! TAKE PICTURES!
Jadyn: -sighs, then gestures him into another room. Takes out a disposable camera- Okay, strike a pose, babe.
Y2J: Hell, no! What kind of photographer are you anyway? -takes her camera and throws it across the room-
Jadyn: The kind you're only gonna pay twenty bucks to take your pictures. Now… -takes out another disposable camera- …take off your shirt.
Y2J: -gladly complies, kissing and holding up his belts-
Jadyn: That's good…good… now, toss your hair around while I go get the chocolate syrup.
Y2J: What?
U.C. Wha-
Jadyn: Don't even start.
Y2J: Why do you need chocolate syrup?
Jadyn: -turns and winks in our direction- I thought it would make a good picture. -throws the camera in the shredder-
-Stephanie McMahon enters, screaming Y2J's name shrilly-
SM: JERICHO! JERICHO, DO YOU HAVE MY WATER??
U.C: Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut…
Y2J: Aren't you going to stop them?
Jadyn: Absolutely not.
SM: Jericho, what are you doing here? With… HER?!
Jadyn: -grins, and gives a small wave-
Y2J: I wanted some pictures of myself.
SM: Come on, we have to get out of here! -takes his hand and drags him out-
Y2J: Wait, I need my pictures! -voice trails off-
Jadyn: -holding a bottle of chocolate syrup, she enters her infamous closet. As she enters, male screams are heard as well as Jadyn's own hysterical cackle.-
Chris "Y2J" Jericho
With special appearance by Stephanie McMahon!
Disclaimer: I only own me, the Grand-Master of Ceremonies and future Queen of Switzerland.
~~~
Chris Jericho: -walks into the store, now a photography shop-
Jadyn: Hello. What do you want?
Y2J: How dare you not bow down before me, the LIVING LEGEND, the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION?!
Jadyn: Please tell me you're high and this is not your actual personality.
Y2J: I want pictures of me and my beautiful belts.
Jadyn: That was improper grammar.
Y2J: GET TO IT, WOMAN! TAKE PICTURES!
Jadyn: -sighs, then gestures him into another room. Takes out a disposable camera- Okay, strike a pose, babe.
Y2J: Hell, no! What kind of photographer are you anyway? -takes her camera and throws it across the room-
Jadyn: The kind you're only gonna pay twenty bucks to take your pictures. Now… -takes out another disposable camera- …take off your shirt.
Y2J: -gladly complies, kissing and holding up his belts-
Jadyn: That's good…good… now, toss your hair around while I go get the chocolate syrup.
Y2J: What?
U.C. Wha-
Jadyn: Don't even start.
Y2J: Why do you need chocolate syrup?
Jadyn: -turns and winks in our direction- I thought it would make a good picture. -throws the camera in the shredder-
-Stephanie McMahon enters, screaming Y2J's name shrilly-
SM: JERICHO! JERICHO, DO YOU HAVE MY WATER??
U.C: Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut…
Y2J: Aren't you going to stop them?
Jadyn: Absolutely not.
SM: Jericho, what are you doing here? With… HER?!
Jadyn: -grins, and gives a small wave-
Y2J: I wanted some pictures of myself.
SM: Come on, we have to get out of here! -takes his hand and drags him out-
Y2J: Wait, I need my pictures! -voice trails off-
Jadyn: -holding a bottle of chocolate syrup, she enters her infamous closet. As she enters, male screams are heard as well as Jadyn's own hysterical cackle.-