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"I swear, I will beat the living shit out of you if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE that I'm here! Try me," I said, my jaw set as I glared at the man in front of me. He nodded slowly, before noting something in his notebook. "My friend told me I should see you, don't think that I came here on my own." I added, frowning.
"And your friend's name would be..?"
"Kurt Angle."
"Ah yes, he's part of the family. In-laws." He added, before looking up at me. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah you better not." I mumbled, glancing around the office. The great Chris Jericho, seeing a psychiatrist. Surprised? Rest assured, this was only going to be a one-time thing, just so I could really tell someone what happened. No way in hell was I going to let this shrink know what I was feeling.
"Why don't you lie down, sir?"
"I'd rather sit."
"Alright," He said, leaning forward on his desk. "What happened to you that made you into the type of individual you are today?"
I must have had a pissed off look on my face because he quickly rephrased his question.
"I mean, what have you gone through that have contributed to these feelings of anger that you harbor?" He asked.
"I'M NOT MAD!" I shouted, though not very convincingly. I could feel my heart start to beat faster as I started getting angrier.. and I didn't even know where this anger was coming from.
"Would you like some water?" He asked, placing a glass of ice cold water in front of me. I scowled, but I took the water. I was thirsty. While I was drinking it, he leaned back in his chair. "Talk to me, Chris. Tell me what happened."
I leaned forward and placed the now-empty glass on the top of his desk. Sighing, I sat back, the water cooling me off in more ways than one. This is when I began to tell my story, for the first time to anyone since it had happened.. not that long ago.
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How could I have known.. I had no idea at the time. We were so happy, I'm pretty sure it was sickening to whoever saw us together. Now at the time, I wrestled for WCW. I'll be honest... I didn't really know who she was. She told me her name was Stephanie McMahon... I had no idea she was Vince McMahon's daughter, not even when I first met her...
Hang on.. let me remember. I believe I was walking to my car the day I met her. This was, I don't know. Maybe.. eight or nine months before I joined Vince's company. I bumped into her, but I caught her before she fell down. Even then I knew something was special. She was gorgeous.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I apologized to her. Yes, even I can be a gentleman.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt." She said, before smiling at me. I almost dropped her again when I saw her smile. I didn't know it, but I had a smile on my face too.
"That's good." I put her back on her feet, and was surprised. She was almost as tall as I was. The way she carried herself.. so strong, so independent. She still carries herself the same way today.
I didn't even realize that we were both standing directly in front of each other, catching myself staring at her. I was blushing, man, I was nervous. I didn't know why, but suddenly, I was uncomfortable. But she just smiled and handed out her hand to me.
"My name's Stephanie." She said, formally. I loved how her voice sounded so professional. Reaching out, I took her hand in mine and shook it.
"Chris."
"Nice to meet you, Chris."
"Back at you, Stephanie."
That was it. I was already running late to the show I had to be at, and she had a meeting she had to go to. So we exchanged our goodbyes, and that was our first meeting. I didn't think I'd ever see her again, but I was wrong. I did see her again, that same night. It's funny now that I think about it, how I can still remember all of this..
I stepped into the elevator in my hotel that night, only to find that the same girl I had met earlier, Stephanie, was there with me. We hit it off, right off the bat. She turned out to be nice, and sweet. I was glad there was more to her than just looks alone.
"I don't like these elevators, they're so unsafe." She said, wrinkling up her nose a little while I laughed.
"Oh come on, they're only unsafe if there's a fire or something." I said, teasingly. The topic of our professions never came up. It was... innocent flirting, if you will.
The elevator stopped, and we both stepped out. Turned out we were on the same floor. I hesitated, but I ended up asking for her phone number. She said, in response, that she traveled a lot. I remember thinking how ironic that was, because I also did a lot of traveling. Hell, I still do. We ended up just exchanging our cell phone numbers.
A few weeks passed, and I didn't hear from Stephanie again since the day I met her. Then one night, I was pretty bummed out in my hotel room. I don't remember why, only that it had been one of those days. I was going through my wallet, when I came across her phone number. It took a while, but I remembered whose number it was. I thought about it, before thinking, "what the hell". I called her, and sure enough, she answered.
We started talking, and whatever was bothering me that day, I completely forgot about. Just by talking to her! Needless to say, we started calling each other more and more, early in the day. This is where it got kind of tricky. She never told me who she really was, and vice versa. I told her my name, and I said I worked for a company that did a lot of traveling. She, in turn, said her father *OWNED* a company, so she had to travel as well. We left talk of our professions at that.
"Come on, I want to see you." I can still hear myself saying.. foolish, now that I think about it, but like I said.. I didn't know at the time.
"Oh really? Well I'll have you know Chris, lots of guys want to see me." She answered from her end. "What makes you so darn special, hmmm?"
"Those guys aren't as important!" I said, smiling when I heard her laugh. "Come on, don't leave me hanging.. just for lunch, how's that?"
"Alright, lunch it is. How does Friday, at noon sound?"
"Sounds like a date." I teased. It was all right though. I had been talking to her for about a month, we were always teasing each other. Basically, that's how we got to our first date. It was nice, and I honestly enjoyed her company. When I left, I remember thinking.. man Chris, you have got to hang out with this girl more.
That's what I did. We called each other more.. we met up once every few days. It didn't take long for me to realize that she was the perfect girl. I couldn't focus that much at work anymore, I was thinking about her all the time! Damn woman.. but anyways.. Cupid hit me bad back then. She gained my heart, and I told her so, like three months later.. it was a beautiful night..
"Look, Chris!" She had pointed, as we held hands. I looked up into the sky, where she was pointing. The night was clear, and the stars were clearly visible. We both stopped walking as we looked up. I'm not much of a stars kind of guy, but it was a pretty cool sight.
"Yeah.. gorgeous.. like you." Cheesy? I didn't think so at the time. Just saying what I honestly felt, but it caught Stephanie by surprise.
"You mean that?" She said, before smiling. I couldn't see her smile enough.
"Of course I mean that." I said as I turned to face her. "You're beautiful.. any guy who says anything else is blind.." I had used this very hand to caress her face, softly. I didn't want to scare her, but she seemed visibly touched by my words. Something inside of me turned, because the next thing I knew, I had leaned in to kiss her.
The best part was that she was kissing me back. I didn't need to tell her that I loved her, because she could feel it in my kiss. I still told her anyways though. It was my way of cementing it. To my surprise.. she said she loved me too. I hugged her that night, and I remember thinking to myself how much I wanted to just hold her forever. That's how we hooked up, so to say.. too bad it didn't last.
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"Hmmm, well. Something must have happened for you to feel the way you do today, no? Kurt has mentioned that you have somewhat of a temper problem. You just can't seem to hold it in check."
"Look, whatever." I said, scowling. "I told you what I said I'd tell you. That's how me and Stephanie started dating."
"Yes, but everything that you've told me is positive. Something bad must have happened."
"Yeah well something bad DID happen, Mr. Smartass!" I shouted. "What, do you want me to tell you EVERYTHING?!"
"Only if it helps, Chris." The doctor said as he wrote something down. I grew quiet, with my arms crossed over my chest. He looked up at me after a short while. "Well?" He asked.
"Look, I don't have time to tell you the rest. I have to go, I have a show I need to get to." I stood up and walked over to the door.
"Yes, that's fine. But Chris.. it'll help if you just let it out."
I stopped to think about it. Me, going to see a shrink regularly. Well, he was right. I needed to let out someway. Keeping it bottled up inside wasn't going to help me.
"Alright... I'll come by next week." I said.
"See you then."
I left the office, and it was already dark out. I frowned as I saw my motorcycle clouded up with a bunch of high school kids. As I made my way over, most of the kids scattered, obviously scared of me. One big, tough wannabe senior stayed on my bike.
I stopped walking directly in front of him.
"Get off of my bike." I said warningly. He just looked at me and sneered. He was taller than I was, but maybe around a hundred pounds less in weight. He thought because he was taller, that he was stronger. Dumbass kid.
"Yeah, well why don't you make me? Yeah, that's what I ---" He landed on his backside with a thud on the concrete. I shook my fist off for a second before mounting onto my bike. Instead of thinking crude and insulting thoughts about the kid I had just knocked the hell out of, I couldn't help but think about what I had told the doctor.. that being Stephanie.
No. I wasn't going to fall for it a second time. Next week I'd talk with this psychiatrist, and if nothing else worked, I'd just find a new girl. Stephanie wasn't going to play me again. I drove off towards the show, looking forward to next week.
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"I swear, I will beat the living shit out of you if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE that I'm here! Try me," I said, my jaw set as I glared at the man in front of me. He nodded slowly, before noting something in his notebook. "My friend told me I should see you, don't think that I came here on my own." I added, frowning.
"And your friend's name would be..?"
"Kurt Angle."
"Ah yes, he's part of the family. In-laws." He added, before looking up at me. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah you better not." I mumbled, glancing around the office. The great Chris Jericho, seeing a psychiatrist. Surprised? Rest assured, this was only going to be a one-time thing, just so I could really tell someone what happened. No way in hell was I going to let this shrink know what I was feeling.
"Why don't you lie down, sir?"
"I'd rather sit."
"Alright," He said, leaning forward on his desk. "What happened to you that made you into the type of individual you are today?"
I must have had a pissed off look on my face because he quickly rephrased his question.
"I mean, what have you gone through that have contributed to these feelings of anger that you harbor?" He asked.
"I'M NOT MAD!" I shouted, though not very convincingly. I could feel my heart start to beat faster as I started getting angrier.. and I didn't even know where this anger was coming from.
"Would you like some water?" He asked, placing a glass of ice cold water in front of me. I scowled, but I took the water. I was thirsty. While I was drinking it, he leaned back in his chair. "Talk to me, Chris. Tell me what happened."
I leaned forward and placed the now-empty glass on the top of his desk. Sighing, I sat back, the water cooling me off in more ways than one. This is when I began to tell my story, for the first time to anyone since it had happened.. not that long ago.
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How could I have known.. I had no idea at the time. We were so happy, I'm pretty sure it was sickening to whoever saw us together. Now at the time, I wrestled for WCW. I'll be honest... I didn't really know who she was. She told me her name was Stephanie McMahon... I had no idea she was Vince McMahon's daughter, not even when I first met her...
Hang on.. let me remember. I believe I was walking to my car the day I met her. This was, I don't know. Maybe.. eight or nine months before I joined Vince's company. I bumped into her, but I caught her before she fell down. Even then I knew something was special. She was gorgeous.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I apologized to her. Yes, even I can be a gentleman.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt." She said, before smiling at me. I almost dropped her again when I saw her smile. I didn't know it, but I had a smile on my face too.
"That's good." I put her back on her feet, and was surprised. She was almost as tall as I was. The way she carried herself.. so strong, so independent. She still carries herself the same way today.
I didn't even realize that we were both standing directly in front of each other, catching myself staring at her. I was blushing, man, I was nervous. I didn't know why, but suddenly, I was uncomfortable. But she just smiled and handed out her hand to me.
"My name's Stephanie." She said, formally. I loved how her voice sounded so professional. Reaching out, I took her hand in mine and shook it.
"Chris."
"Nice to meet you, Chris."
"Back at you, Stephanie."
That was it. I was already running late to the show I had to be at, and she had a meeting she had to go to. So we exchanged our goodbyes, and that was our first meeting. I didn't think I'd ever see her again, but I was wrong. I did see her again, that same night. It's funny now that I think about it, how I can still remember all of this..
I stepped into the elevator in my hotel that night, only to find that the same girl I had met earlier, Stephanie, was there with me. We hit it off, right off the bat. She turned out to be nice, and sweet. I was glad there was more to her than just looks alone.
"I don't like these elevators, they're so unsafe." She said, wrinkling up her nose a little while I laughed.
"Oh come on, they're only unsafe if there's a fire or something." I said, teasingly. The topic of our professions never came up. It was... innocent flirting, if you will.
The elevator stopped, and we both stepped out. Turned out we were on the same floor. I hesitated, but I ended up asking for her phone number. She said, in response, that she traveled a lot. I remember thinking how ironic that was, because I also did a lot of traveling. Hell, I still do. We ended up just exchanging our cell phone numbers.
A few weeks passed, and I didn't hear from Stephanie again since the day I met her. Then one night, I was pretty bummed out in my hotel room. I don't remember why, only that it had been one of those days. I was going through my wallet, when I came across her phone number. It took a while, but I remembered whose number it was. I thought about it, before thinking, "what the hell". I called her, and sure enough, she answered.
We started talking, and whatever was bothering me that day, I completely forgot about. Just by talking to her! Needless to say, we started calling each other more and more, early in the day. This is where it got kind of tricky. She never told me who she really was, and vice versa. I told her my name, and I said I worked for a company that did a lot of traveling. She, in turn, said her father *OWNED* a company, so she had to travel as well. We left talk of our professions at that.
"Come on, I want to see you." I can still hear myself saying.. foolish, now that I think about it, but like I said.. I didn't know at the time.
"Oh really? Well I'll have you know Chris, lots of guys want to see me." She answered from her end. "What makes you so darn special, hmmm?"
"Those guys aren't as important!" I said, smiling when I heard her laugh. "Come on, don't leave me hanging.. just for lunch, how's that?"
"Alright, lunch it is. How does Friday, at noon sound?"
"Sounds like a date." I teased. It was all right though. I had been talking to her for about a month, we were always teasing each other. Basically, that's how we got to our first date. It was nice, and I honestly enjoyed her company. When I left, I remember thinking.. man Chris, you have got to hang out with this girl more.
That's what I did. We called each other more.. we met up once every few days. It didn't take long for me to realize that she was the perfect girl. I couldn't focus that much at work anymore, I was thinking about her all the time! Damn woman.. but anyways.. Cupid hit me bad back then. She gained my heart, and I told her so, like three months later.. it was a beautiful night..
"Look, Chris!" She had pointed, as we held hands. I looked up into the sky, where she was pointing. The night was clear, and the stars were clearly visible. We both stopped walking as we looked up. I'm not much of a stars kind of guy, but it was a pretty cool sight.
"Yeah.. gorgeous.. like you." Cheesy? I didn't think so at the time. Just saying what I honestly felt, but it caught Stephanie by surprise.
"You mean that?" She said, before smiling. I couldn't see her smile enough.
"Of course I mean that." I said as I turned to face her. "You're beautiful.. any guy who says anything else is blind.." I had used this very hand to caress her face, softly. I didn't want to scare her, but she seemed visibly touched by my words. Something inside of me turned, because the next thing I knew, I had leaned in to kiss her.
The best part was that she was kissing me back. I didn't need to tell her that I loved her, because she could feel it in my kiss. I still told her anyways though. It was my way of cementing it. To my surprise.. she said she loved me too. I hugged her that night, and I remember thinking to myself how much I wanted to just hold her forever. That's how we hooked up, so to say.. too bad it didn't last.
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"Hmmm, well. Something must have happened for you to feel the way you do today, no? Kurt has mentioned that you have somewhat of a temper problem. You just can't seem to hold it in check."
"Look, whatever." I said, scowling. "I told you what I said I'd tell you. That's how me and Stephanie started dating."
"Yes, but everything that you've told me is positive. Something bad must have happened."
"Yeah well something bad DID happen, Mr. Smartass!" I shouted. "What, do you want me to tell you EVERYTHING?!"
"Only if it helps, Chris." The doctor said as he wrote something down. I grew quiet, with my arms crossed over my chest. He looked up at me after a short while. "Well?" He asked.
"Look, I don't have time to tell you the rest. I have to go, I have a show I need to get to." I stood up and walked over to the door.
"Yes, that's fine. But Chris.. it'll help if you just let it out."
I stopped to think about it. Me, going to see a shrink regularly. Well, he was right. I needed to let out someway. Keeping it bottled up inside wasn't going to help me.
"Alright... I'll come by next week." I said.
"See you then."
I left the office, and it was already dark out. I frowned as I saw my motorcycle clouded up with a bunch of high school kids. As I made my way over, most of the kids scattered, obviously scared of me. One big, tough wannabe senior stayed on my bike.
I stopped walking directly in front of him.
"Get off of my bike." I said warningly. He just looked at me and sneered. He was taller than I was, but maybe around a hundred pounds less in weight. He thought because he was taller, that he was stronger. Dumbass kid.
"Yeah, well why don't you make me? Yeah, that's what I ---" He landed on his backside with a thud on the concrete. I shook my fist off for a second before mounting onto my bike. Instead of thinking crude and insulting thoughts about the kid I had just knocked the hell out of, I couldn't help but think about what I had told the doctor.. that being Stephanie.
No. I wasn't going to fall for it a second time. Next week I'd talk with this psychiatrist, and if nothing else worked, I'd just find a new girl. Stephanie wasn't going to play me again. I drove off towards the show, looking forward to next week.