He plopped down next to her, staring at it in shock. 'And to think I figured it couldn't get worse.' Chris snatched it out of her hands, staring at it. This didn't make sense.
"This is all your fault!" He was getting really sick of being blamed.
"Listen, Princess.." his voice seemed strained to keep his temper. "I'm getting sick and tired of you bitching. I didn't make you do anything with me. You're as much to blame for this as I am. So why don't you just sit back and shut the hell up before I actually *do* do something to you, and trust me, I'm about to in 5 seconds." Stephanie looked appalled, but went silent. "Thank you." She shot him a glare as he looked at the contents of the envelope.
He looked at the picture. The scene was undoubtably real, but he couldn't remember it at all. They were really making out..the beer must have been pretty strong. 'I can't believe I was kissing her like that. Gross..' He turned it over and noticed writing.
"What's that?" it was the first time she had spoken up from her pouty mood when Jericho told her to shut up.
"Obviously it's a note." he rolled his eyes, reading it. "Says here our camera man is none other then our great buddy Big Show."
"Big Show?" she asked, doubtful.
"I hate to tell you, Steph, but your connections with ECW must have made him hate you. He's hated me since..well, a long time." he shook his head. "This basically means that you and I are now officially in deep shit. I don't know about you, but this thing here.." he turned it over again, letting her see it. Steph winced, trying not to look at it. "..is my death warrant."
"And you think *I'M* happy about it?! What else does the note say?"
"We are now officially the slaves of our big idiot or he'll make sure all three federations see it. That would not be very good at all. I'm on the WWF team, I don't think Vince would be happy seeing a picture of me..me.." he shuddered. "You know what I mean."
"Who gives a shit what my dad thinks..I own a company! How the hell am I suppose explain this?!"
"Your company is going down anyway." he rolled his eyes. Stephanie smirked at him.
"Whatever. You guys have no chance against us. You should have went to WCW, to the winning side."
"I would rather lose my job then go to that boring crap." he paused. "What the fuck are we fighting about? We have bigger problems right now. How are we going to get the original of this picture so he can't make any more copies?"
"Well you're the all knowing Jericho, why don't YOU make a plan?!" Jericho stood, beginning to pace back and forth in the room. 'I have to think..man, if someone told me I'd be in this much deep shit, I wouldn't have believed them. I wouldn't have thought it possible. Wait..back to thinking..OK..now, all we need to do is jump Show. Oh yes, it'll be that easy. I'm sure he'll go down when me little body jumps on him. God, I'm even saracastic to myself.'
"I have an idea." Jericho turned his head to her. She was still sitting on the bed, looking at the picture.
"Oh really?" he smirked.
"Yes." she nodded. "But we might need your friend Lita."
"What?! No way! I'm not bringing her into this..!" Jericho glared at the girl. "Fuck that."
"Listen, there are *no* girls in ECW, and Show would never trust a girl from the WCW." she shook her head.
Jericho paused. 'I don't want Lita hurt..' He frowned slightly. "What would she have to do?"
"Just distract him while you sneak in to his room." she nodded.
"Oh, that's soo easy." Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Really, Chris!" she made a face. "It'll work."
"I'm sorry, but I refuse to put her in danger." he shook his head. "There's got to be a better way." Stephanie let out an exasperated groan. He glared at her. "Listen, I don't know how you feel with your friends, but I usually chose not to put them in positions where they could get hurt."
"Fine, fine." she rolled her eyes. "Why don't we see what he wants us to do? Look, it says here that we should meet him at his room. What time is it?"
"I don't know, do I look like I have a watch?" Stephanie rolled her eyes, glancing around the room. She found the clock.
"He expects us there in..3 minutes." she stood up. "Come on, idiot, you helped me get into this mess, you're going to help me get out of it."
"You probably came on to me." he muttered under his breath, grabbing a shirt and his shoes. Putting both of them on, he stood. "No one better see me with you."
"Like I want people to see me with a loser like you." she rolled her eyes, opening the door, carefully looking out. No one was around. Thankfully it was still early.
"Come on." Jericho nudged her out. The two hurriedly walked towards the room.
****
'Oh shit.' he noted someone walking down the hall as they reached the door. Stephanie banged on the door, and it opened. Jericho shoved her in before the person saw them. Slamming the door behind them, Stephanie whirled around and glared at him.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Someone was coming." he smiled innocently as she glared at him again.
"You know, it was quite funny seeing you all like that yesterday." Both turned their attention to Big Show, who was grinning at them.
"You can't do this to us!" Stephanie glared at him. He let out a large laugh.
"Who's gonna stop me? Here, I dare ya, take a swing at me." He leaned over, jutting out his jaw. 'If he didn't have those pictures..' It all happened in an instant.
"OW! SON OF A BITCH!" Jericho blinked uncomprehendibly. He looked to find Big Show holding his face. 'What the hell?'
That was when he noticed what was in her hand.
"This is all your fault!" He was getting really sick of being blamed.
"Listen, Princess.." his voice seemed strained to keep his temper. "I'm getting sick and tired of you bitching. I didn't make you do anything with me. You're as much to blame for this as I am. So why don't you just sit back and shut the hell up before I actually *do* do something to you, and trust me, I'm about to in 5 seconds." Stephanie looked appalled, but went silent. "Thank you." She shot him a glare as he looked at the contents of the envelope.
He looked at the picture. The scene was undoubtably real, but he couldn't remember it at all. They were really making out..the beer must have been pretty strong. 'I can't believe I was kissing her like that. Gross..' He turned it over and noticed writing.
"What's that?" it was the first time she had spoken up from her pouty mood when Jericho told her to shut up.
"Obviously it's a note." he rolled his eyes, reading it. "Says here our camera man is none other then our great buddy Big Show."
"Big Show?" she asked, doubtful.
"I hate to tell you, Steph, but your connections with ECW must have made him hate you. He's hated me since..well, a long time." he shook his head. "This basically means that you and I are now officially in deep shit. I don't know about you, but this thing here.." he turned it over again, letting her see it. Steph winced, trying not to look at it. "..is my death warrant."
"And you think *I'M* happy about it?! What else does the note say?"
"We are now officially the slaves of our big idiot or he'll make sure all three federations see it. That would not be very good at all. I'm on the WWF team, I don't think Vince would be happy seeing a picture of me..me.." he shuddered. "You know what I mean."
"Who gives a shit what my dad thinks..I own a company! How the hell am I suppose explain this?!"
"Your company is going down anyway." he rolled his eyes. Stephanie smirked at him.
"Whatever. You guys have no chance against us. You should have went to WCW, to the winning side."
"I would rather lose my job then go to that boring crap." he paused. "What the fuck are we fighting about? We have bigger problems right now. How are we going to get the original of this picture so he can't make any more copies?"
"Well you're the all knowing Jericho, why don't YOU make a plan?!" Jericho stood, beginning to pace back and forth in the room. 'I have to think..man, if someone told me I'd be in this much deep shit, I wouldn't have believed them. I wouldn't have thought it possible. Wait..back to thinking..OK..now, all we need to do is jump Show. Oh yes, it'll be that easy. I'm sure he'll go down when me little body jumps on him. God, I'm even saracastic to myself.'
"I have an idea." Jericho turned his head to her. She was still sitting on the bed, looking at the picture.
"Oh really?" he smirked.
"Yes." she nodded. "But we might need your friend Lita."
"What?! No way! I'm not bringing her into this..!" Jericho glared at the girl. "Fuck that."
"Listen, there are *no* girls in ECW, and Show would never trust a girl from the WCW." she shook her head.
Jericho paused. 'I don't want Lita hurt..' He frowned slightly. "What would she have to do?"
"Just distract him while you sneak in to his room." she nodded.
"Oh, that's soo easy." Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Really, Chris!" she made a face. "It'll work."
"I'm sorry, but I refuse to put her in danger." he shook his head. "There's got to be a better way." Stephanie let out an exasperated groan. He glared at her. "Listen, I don't know how you feel with your friends, but I usually chose not to put them in positions where they could get hurt."
"Fine, fine." she rolled her eyes. "Why don't we see what he wants us to do? Look, it says here that we should meet him at his room. What time is it?"
"I don't know, do I look like I have a watch?" Stephanie rolled her eyes, glancing around the room. She found the clock.
"He expects us there in..3 minutes." she stood up. "Come on, idiot, you helped me get into this mess, you're going to help me get out of it."
"You probably came on to me." he muttered under his breath, grabbing a shirt and his shoes. Putting both of them on, he stood. "No one better see me with you."
"Like I want people to see me with a loser like you." she rolled her eyes, opening the door, carefully looking out. No one was around. Thankfully it was still early.
"Come on." Jericho nudged her out. The two hurriedly walked towards the room.
****
'Oh shit.' he noted someone walking down the hall as they reached the door. Stephanie banged on the door, and it opened. Jericho shoved her in before the person saw them. Slamming the door behind them, Stephanie whirled around and glared at him.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Someone was coming." he smiled innocently as she glared at him again.
"You know, it was quite funny seeing you all like that yesterday." Both turned their attention to Big Show, who was grinning at them.
"You can't do this to us!" Stephanie glared at him. He let out a large laugh.
"Who's gonna stop me? Here, I dare ya, take a swing at me." He leaned over, jutting out his jaw. 'If he didn't have those pictures..' It all happened in an instant.
"OW! SON OF A BITCH!" Jericho blinked uncomprehendibly. He looked to find Big Show holding his face. 'What the hell?'
That was when he noticed what was in her hand.