Wow, it's been a while. I apologize, no excuses, really. I'm just a
procrastinator. My next update won't take this long, since I'm out of
school..
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I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because the next day, I was back at David's. David was the psychiatrist Kurt referred me to. So maybe I wasn't thinking straight when I went back to him. I wasn't going to go back, but Vince gave me the whole week off to "recover" from that F5. I wasn't one to sit around and do nothing.
"Chris, you're back." David said as he looked up at me from his desk. I ignored him and took a seat, kicking my feet up on his desk while I was at it. He looked like he was going to say something, when he noticed the nice, white bandage I was wearing around my head. "What happened?" He asked.
"Work happened." I shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Then again, it wasn't a big deal to me. Shit happened.
"Are you okay?"
"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't, now would I?" I said evenly. He seemed to accept my answer and leaned forward in his chair, his hands folded.
"Are you going to remove your feet from my desk?"
"Are you going to make me?" I shot back. He sighed and put on his glasses, and leaned back.
"Alright, Chris. What's on your mind?"
I rubbed my chin as I gazed around his office, ignoring him for the time being. There was a part of me that was still in disbelief that I was there in the first place. But nothing else was working. I couldn't forget, and I couldn't move on. I was stuck, and I absolutely hated it..
"Chris?"
"Shut up, assclown." I said, frowning. I hated when people cut off my thoughts like that.
"Just relax Chris. You're too tense."
We stared at each other for about a minute before I sighed. "Fine." I said, lowering my feet from his desk. "So where did we leave off?"
He flipped open his little notebook and looked over whatever he had written down. "Let's see.. we ended with Ms. McMahon breaking up with you."
~ - ~
So she really broke up with me. Now I had been with a lot of girls before, but never a girl quite like her. And it killed me. I wasn't into my work as much. As a matter of fact, work started to become a drag. I wanted out, not out of the business, but out of WCW. I don't know, I guess I just wanted a fresh start. So I began to look more into the WWE.
I had grown up watching the WWE back when it was still called the WWF. It seemed like it was time for me to move on in my career. I started talking to J.R., and then to Vince himself. He understood me, and he offered me a contract. Just like that, I was the newest employee of his company.
Excited as I was, I wasn't over Stephanie. I called her, and I called, and I called some more.. she never answered my calls. Eventually the number was disconnected. I remember when I heard that the number was no longer in service.. it hurt. I can't even describe how bad it hurt. She never even gave me the chance to talk to her, she never gave us another chance.
I had to move on, and the WWE was my key. I was going to start fresh, start over. I wanted to become the heavyweight champion. I wanted to be larger than life. I wanted to be the best. So for the month or so that I had off from wrestling before I debuted, I just got away from it. I wanted to recharge my batteries before I arrived. This was going to be my big chance.
I think that's where my mistake was. In getting away from the business for even a short while, I didn't watch the WWE. I left town for a while, met up with some family and some friends. It was great. Deep down, I was almost proud of myself for recovering from that break-up with Stephanie. I was glad to see that I could move on without her.. even though now, I realize I was just running from everything. Stephanie was nowhere near gone from my life, as I'd come to find out.
The big day came, and it was even better than I imagined. I debuted with the WWE after build-up and lots of anticipation. I cut The Rock of all people off during one of his promos. I was on top of the world. It was everything I wanted, and then some. Once I got backstage, most people congratulated me, others didn't. I was the new guy. I had to earn my stripes. Others went out of their way to give me some advice. One of them was this guy by the name of Hunter..
"Yo, Jericho." I heard someone call from behind me. I turned around and came face-to-face with this big, buff guy, who was taller than me. He had blonde hair, and a big nose. He smirked and grasped my shoulder. "Great job out there. You had them going crazy."
"Thanks." I said, nodding. He didn't seem like such a bad guy.
"Some of these fans know you, most don't. So try and get the crowd going behind you, and you'll make it big."
I smirked myself. "That's what I plan on doing."
"Good to hear." He said as he let go. "I'll see you around then."
"Yeah, see ya."
So I didn't think much of Hunter when I first met him. I saw him as a veteran that could probably help me reach some of the goals I had set for myself. I didn't see the asshole that he'd be later on. I should have though. That was another mistake.
"Chris, good job out there." I turned at the sound of the voice of my new boss, Vince McMahon. He smiled at me and nodded. "Get to know some people around here, they'll be your co-workers."
"Yes sir." I responded.
"Here, I'm going to go get my daughter. She'll give you a tour and introduce you to some people."
"Okay."
So there I stood. Rocking on the back of my heels, waiting for my new boss's daughter to show up so I could meet some of the other wrestlers on the roster, I was oblivious to everything. The only thing on my mind was how much I was loving being there already. I was whistling, I was so happy.
Then there she was. My jaw dropped when I saw her. She avoided eye contact with me as she shook the hands of several lawyers, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Still as gorgeous as ever, she was there. Then suddenly, everything clicked. I was so stupid not to have seen it earlier. She was Vince McMahon's daughter, she worked for his company. It was a surreal moment when I realized that as a WCW wrestler, I had gone out with the daughter of the guy who my boss considered his biggest enemy and rival.
But none of it mattered to me. I didn't care about it. All I cared about was that she was there. Here she was, the girl who, for all I knew, had fallen off the face of the planet. I was happy to see her, and looking forward to talking to her again. After the lawyers left, she walked up to me. I smiled and, for that moment, forgot how she had hurt me. I didn't care. All I cared about was that she was there..
"Chris Jericho." She said, formally. She stuck out her hand to me. "My name's Stephanie McMahon."
Even her professional voice didn't deter me. I was star-struck, I was too excited to pay attention to the tone she used with me.
"Steph.." Her eyes grew wide as I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. I was overwhelmed, nothing could have been greater or better. Not only was I with a new company, but Stephanie was there. She was going to be traveling with me. It was the second chance I never got. It was too good to be true..
"Let go of me." She said, as she pushed me off of her. I was too surprised to be hurt.. at the time, anyways. She dusted herself off as the smile left my face. It was as if I had some virus or something that she'd catch by hugging me. She turned and walked off, as confusion clouded what I should do next.
"Follow me." She called out. I reluctantly did, as I tried to ignore the lump that I was beginning to feel in my chest. It was as if someone had taken a needle and burst my bubble. "So Chris Jericho, being the new wrestler, you don't get your own locker room. You'll get your own once you move up the ladder and get to main event level. You'll be sharing.." She went on and on, but I zoned out. I was in disbelief. She wasn't being impolite or rude to me. She never snapped at me or was sarcastic with me.. but that wouldn't have hurt that bad.
Instead.. she acted like she never knew me.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. I was introduced to other wrestlers, and almost got into a fight with The Rock backstage. But my overall excitement was gone. The whole time, I was trying to find out how Stephanie could just forget about us, forget about what we had. Sure.. she had cheated on me.. but to ignore me like she had never seen me before hurt more than that.
So I waited until everyone left. I said goodbye to some wrestlers, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. The confusion, surprise and excitement gone, all that was left was anger. I was not one to be ignored.
Stephanie walked past me on her way out, just like I knew she would. I reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of the main hallway and into one of the side hallways.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Chris Jericho?!" She demanded, pulling her arm out of my grip. I must have looked pissed because she backed up away from me, until she was against the wall. Who am I trying to kid? I was pissed.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Stephanie? How can you fucking look at me as if you've never seen me before in your life?"
"This coming from the man who I dated that couldn't even tell me he worked for a major wrestling company." She said snidely.
"This coming from the woman who I dated, who I *loved*, that couldn't even tell me she was the *daughter* of one of the richest men in the country?"
"What? Is it all about the money to you, Chris?"
"Stephanie, I don't give a fuck about the money. I only cared about you. You know that."
"For all I know, I never met you, Chris Jericho, until today. My only past with you is the twenty minutes that I took out of *MY* busy schedule to introduce you to the other wrestlers on this roster."
I was too stunned to reply. She had never met me? I felt like such a moron, like such an idiot. Here I was, practically getting sick from missing her so much, when she had just erased everything that we shared from her memory.
"Now, if you'll excuse me." She said, shoving me back, away from her. "I have to go meet up with my *boyfriend*, Test."
"Is that the guy you cheated on me with, Stephanie?" I asked in a low tone. I could already picture myself beating the hell out of him..
"No. It doesn't matter anymore, Jericho. Get over it, just forget it ever happened."
And with that, she left the arena, leaving me standing there, wondering how a woman could turn a great day into a painful one with just a few words and a professional tone.
~
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I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because the next day, I was back at David's. David was the psychiatrist Kurt referred me to. So maybe I wasn't thinking straight when I went back to him. I wasn't going to go back, but Vince gave me the whole week off to "recover" from that F5. I wasn't one to sit around and do nothing.
"Chris, you're back." David said as he looked up at me from his desk. I ignored him and took a seat, kicking my feet up on his desk while I was at it. He looked like he was going to say something, when he noticed the nice, white bandage I was wearing around my head. "What happened?" He asked.
"Work happened." I shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Then again, it wasn't a big deal to me. Shit happened.
"Are you okay?"
"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't, now would I?" I said evenly. He seemed to accept my answer and leaned forward in his chair, his hands folded.
"Are you going to remove your feet from my desk?"
"Are you going to make me?" I shot back. He sighed and put on his glasses, and leaned back.
"Alright, Chris. What's on your mind?"
I rubbed my chin as I gazed around his office, ignoring him for the time being. There was a part of me that was still in disbelief that I was there in the first place. But nothing else was working. I couldn't forget, and I couldn't move on. I was stuck, and I absolutely hated it..
"Chris?"
"Shut up, assclown." I said, frowning. I hated when people cut off my thoughts like that.
"Just relax Chris. You're too tense."
We stared at each other for about a minute before I sighed. "Fine." I said, lowering my feet from his desk. "So where did we leave off?"
He flipped open his little notebook and looked over whatever he had written down. "Let's see.. we ended with Ms. McMahon breaking up with you."
~ - ~
So she really broke up with me. Now I had been with a lot of girls before, but never a girl quite like her. And it killed me. I wasn't into my work as much. As a matter of fact, work started to become a drag. I wanted out, not out of the business, but out of WCW. I don't know, I guess I just wanted a fresh start. So I began to look more into the WWE.
I had grown up watching the WWE back when it was still called the WWF. It seemed like it was time for me to move on in my career. I started talking to J.R., and then to Vince himself. He understood me, and he offered me a contract. Just like that, I was the newest employee of his company.
Excited as I was, I wasn't over Stephanie. I called her, and I called, and I called some more.. she never answered my calls. Eventually the number was disconnected. I remember when I heard that the number was no longer in service.. it hurt. I can't even describe how bad it hurt. She never even gave me the chance to talk to her, she never gave us another chance.
I had to move on, and the WWE was my key. I was going to start fresh, start over. I wanted to become the heavyweight champion. I wanted to be larger than life. I wanted to be the best. So for the month or so that I had off from wrestling before I debuted, I just got away from it. I wanted to recharge my batteries before I arrived. This was going to be my big chance.
I think that's where my mistake was. In getting away from the business for even a short while, I didn't watch the WWE. I left town for a while, met up with some family and some friends. It was great. Deep down, I was almost proud of myself for recovering from that break-up with Stephanie. I was glad to see that I could move on without her.. even though now, I realize I was just running from everything. Stephanie was nowhere near gone from my life, as I'd come to find out.
The big day came, and it was even better than I imagined. I debuted with the WWE after build-up and lots of anticipation. I cut The Rock of all people off during one of his promos. I was on top of the world. It was everything I wanted, and then some. Once I got backstage, most people congratulated me, others didn't. I was the new guy. I had to earn my stripes. Others went out of their way to give me some advice. One of them was this guy by the name of Hunter..
"Yo, Jericho." I heard someone call from behind me. I turned around and came face-to-face with this big, buff guy, who was taller than me. He had blonde hair, and a big nose. He smirked and grasped my shoulder. "Great job out there. You had them going crazy."
"Thanks." I said, nodding. He didn't seem like such a bad guy.
"Some of these fans know you, most don't. So try and get the crowd going behind you, and you'll make it big."
I smirked myself. "That's what I plan on doing."
"Good to hear." He said as he let go. "I'll see you around then."
"Yeah, see ya."
So I didn't think much of Hunter when I first met him. I saw him as a veteran that could probably help me reach some of the goals I had set for myself. I didn't see the asshole that he'd be later on. I should have though. That was another mistake.
"Chris, good job out there." I turned at the sound of the voice of my new boss, Vince McMahon. He smiled at me and nodded. "Get to know some people around here, they'll be your co-workers."
"Yes sir." I responded.
"Here, I'm going to go get my daughter. She'll give you a tour and introduce you to some people."
"Okay."
So there I stood. Rocking on the back of my heels, waiting for my new boss's daughter to show up so I could meet some of the other wrestlers on the roster, I was oblivious to everything. The only thing on my mind was how much I was loving being there already. I was whistling, I was so happy.
Then there she was. My jaw dropped when I saw her. She avoided eye contact with me as she shook the hands of several lawyers, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Still as gorgeous as ever, she was there. Then suddenly, everything clicked. I was so stupid not to have seen it earlier. She was Vince McMahon's daughter, she worked for his company. It was a surreal moment when I realized that as a WCW wrestler, I had gone out with the daughter of the guy who my boss considered his biggest enemy and rival.
But none of it mattered to me. I didn't care about it. All I cared about was that she was there. Here she was, the girl who, for all I knew, had fallen off the face of the planet. I was happy to see her, and looking forward to talking to her again. After the lawyers left, she walked up to me. I smiled and, for that moment, forgot how she had hurt me. I didn't care. All I cared about was that she was there..
"Chris Jericho." She said, formally. She stuck out her hand to me. "My name's Stephanie McMahon."
Even her professional voice didn't deter me. I was star-struck, I was too excited to pay attention to the tone she used with me.
"Steph.." Her eyes grew wide as I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. I was overwhelmed, nothing could have been greater or better. Not only was I with a new company, but Stephanie was there. She was going to be traveling with me. It was the second chance I never got. It was too good to be true..
"Let go of me." She said, as she pushed me off of her. I was too surprised to be hurt.. at the time, anyways. She dusted herself off as the smile left my face. It was as if I had some virus or something that she'd catch by hugging me. She turned and walked off, as confusion clouded what I should do next.
"Follow me." She called out. I reluctantly did, as I tried to ignore the lump that I was beginning to feel in my chest. It was as if someone had taken a needle and burst my bubble. "So Chris Jericho, being the new wrestler, you don't get your own locker room. You'll get your own once you move up the ladder and get to main event level. You'll be sharing.." She went on and on, but I zoned out. I was in disbelief. She wasn't being impolite or rude to me. She never snapped at me or was sarcastic with me.. but that wouldn't have hurt that bad.
Instead.. she acted like she never knew me.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. I was introduced to other wrestlers, and almost got into a fight with The Rock backstage. But my overall excitement was gone. The whole time, I was trying to find out how Stephanie could just forget about us, forget about what we had. Sure.. she had cheated on me.. but to ignore me like she had never seen me before hurt more than that.
So I waited until everyone left. I said goodbye to some wrestlers, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. The confusion, surprise and excitement gone, all that was left was anger. I was not one to be ignored.
Stephanie walked past me on her way out, just like I knew she would. I reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of the main hallway and into one of the side hallways.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Chris Jericho?!" She demanded, pulling her arm out of my grip. I must have looked pissed because she backed up away from me, until she was against the wall. Who am I trying to kid? I was pissed.
"What the hell's the matter with you, Stephanie? How can you fucking look at me as if you've never seen me before in your life?"
"This coming from the man who I dated that couldn't even tell me he worked for a major wrestling company." She said snidely.
"This coming from the woman who I dated, who I *loved*, that couldn't even tell me she was the *daughter* of one of the richest men in the country?"
"What? Is it all about the money to you, Chris?"
"Stephanie, I don't give a fuck about the money. I only cared about you. You know that."
"For all I know, I never met you, Chris Jericho, until today. My only past with you is the twenty minutes that I took out of *MY* busy schedule to introduce you to the other wrestlers on this roster."
I was too stunned to reply. She had never met me? I felt like such a moron, like such an idiot. Here I was, practically getting sick from missing her so much, when she had just erased everything that we shared from her memory.
"Now, if you'll excuse me." She said, shoving me back, away from her. "I have to go meet up with my *boyfriend*, Test."
"Is that the guy you cheated on me with, Stephanie?" I asked in a low tone. I could already picture myself beating the hell out of him..
"No. It doesn't matter anymore, Jericho. Get over it, just forget it ever happened."
And with that, she left the arena, leaving me standing there, wondering how a woman could turn a great day into a painful one with just a few words and a professional tone.
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