"A Friend in Need"
Sequel to "It's in the Bag"
The final part in the "What If?" series. It is Backlash and Trish and Chris are ready to help their friend in need.
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWF. Wrestlers mentioned in this fic own themselves, as do the commentators. The events in this fic did not actually take place- it is mere fiction.
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"Oh my god!" Trish Stratus covered her eyes. "I can't watch!" Shane McMahon just attempted that fifty-foot elbow drop on his opponent, the Big Show.
Chris Jericho, who was watching his friend's attempt, grinned. "Trish, he did it!" Trish peered from her cover. "He did?" She inquired, sitting up. Trish gasped. "He did!" She and Chris hugged each other. "I thought he was going to kill himself."
"Awesome!" Shane whispered to himself. The Big Show looked battered and broken. He moaned. Shane's elbow throbbed him. But it was worth it. He had stunned the crowd, the commentators, the Big Show, and himself.
He got up and pondered what to do now. He had no idea what to do next. There was no way he could get a five hundred-pound man into the ring by dragging him. Shane would probably get a hernia trying to lift the Big Show's quarter of a ton ass.
Shane grabbed the first thing he saw- a steel chair. Swinging it for practice, he aimed it right at the Big Show's head. WOOSH! Big Show, up and energetic, ducked the flying object. Shane took another swing. Big Show grabbed the chair. "Uh oh," Shane said. BANG!
The chair went right across Shane's head. THWAP! The chair was drilled into Shane's gut. Backstage, Trish and Chris knew it was time. Time to help their friend in need.
"What's this?" Paul exclaimed. "It's Y2J and Trish Stratus!"
"It's a NO-DQ match! Anything is legal!" JR reminded his commentator.
Trish looked around the arena frantically for something to hit the Big Show with. She didn't think her arms and bulldogs were going to get her out of this predicament.
Before she had time to decide, the Big Show grabbed her by the muscles. "AHHH!" Trish screamed, being lifted off the ground. "What about that European vacation, huh, Trish?" Big Show roared, squeezing tighter. "Go to hell!" Trish spat.
Grasping and struggling, she got her legs free and drilled it back, right into the Big Show's… Well, you know. "DAMN IT!" Big Show cried. He fell right to his knees, and dropped Trish.
"I low blowed him!" Trish exclaimed, proud of herself. "Trish!" Shane exclaimed. He looked amused and grateful. "That was 'kicking!'" Shane laughed, hugging her. Trish innocently smiled. "Sometimes heels come in handy," She cooed.
By now, Chris had somehow gotten the Big Show into the ring. Up the ropes, a little twist, and there you have it. The Lionsault! "Woah," Shane said. His head throbbed. "Go pin him, moron!" Chris said.
Shane nodded. "I know we agreed to help each other, but must you do all my dirty work?" Chris grinned. "Just pin him before I Lionsault you." Shane held up his hands. "That's all the warning I need."
One, two, three! Trish and Chris jumped up and down and shouted. "Yeah!" Shane whooped. "Come on," Chris said. "The Big Slow is going to mutilate us tomorrow on RAW."