Little note--Just to make sure all know..I'm back (obviously) and this is chapter 4, not 5. :) The first chapter is a prologue! Hehe..
Jericho had moved back to his own spot on the bed. He glanced over to the picture again, stifling a laugh. It was such a priceless picture..there, in plane view, is the Big Show..in a bikini. 'I wonder where the hell he got a size that didn't break on him.'
"I don't hear you tearing.." Chris glanced up, then smirked.
"What am I, your slave?" he quipped, smirking.
"Can you EVER do things without trying to piss me off?"
"What fun would that be?" he asked innocently, grinning.
"Ugh!" She ripped the picture in her hand. "I cannot believe I did this with you. I must have been pretty drunk last night because I should have KNOWN your scratchy, whining voice!"
"You should talk!" he replied. "Actually, no, nevermind. Just shut the hell up.."
"Fine. I'll shut up if you shut up."
"Fine." Jericho replied easily.
"Fine!" Stephanie shot back and they went silent.
'I knew we wouldn't get along for too long.' Chris tore the picture in his hands. He glanced up at her. 'Wow, she looks really pissed. Then again, I don't really blame her because I'm pissed too. Why did I have to end up with her of all people..ugh, it makes my stomach churn. Hm, but still, weren't we getting along for a few seconds back there? This is not good.' He ripped the next picture. 'I wonder what she's thinking. Probably about how much she hates me, and if that's the case..the feeling's mutual. She's so amazingly annoying it surprises even me. Why did I start hating her, anyway? It's been so long, I don't even remember anymore..'
"That's the last of them." she mumbled, throwing it into the pile.
"I thought we weren't talking." he smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"You are the biggest..biggest..BRAT I've ever met in my entire life!"
"Brat? Aww, Steph, do you gotta pull out the big guns?" She ignored him.
"What if Show gave a picture to someone? Like..Billy or something?"
"Most likely he did." Jericho shrugged. "I was worried about that, too."
"Why didn't you tell me when we were there?"
'Because I didn't want to worry you. Wait a second, did I just think that?' He shook his head, not letting his thoughts progress any further. "Because I figured you would be smart enough to think of that. I mean, you have to have some brains up there. Unless your buddy Heyman tells you how to breath now."
"Heyman does NOT control me." she glared at him.
"I don't know, Steph, it sure looks like it to me. Who are you trying to fool? All he wants is your cash, and he's got that. He's obviously letting you think you own the company.."
"I do own the company!"
"He's got you and Shane brainwashed. I mean, Shane was a decent guy only a few months ago, before he got the company WCW. You..well, you weren't nearly as annoying as you are now." he shook his head. "As long as Paul's with you two, you will never own ECW. He will. Shane will never own WCW. He will."
"How DARE you say that!" she stood up, her eyes narrowing.
"So why WERE you drunk last night, Steph? I mean, I was drunk because of the many times people have screwed me over when I'm so close to the top--so close. What about you?"
"I--" she stopped mid-sentence. "It's none of your business!"
"No, it isn't, but hey..if it was something that you could make my statement false, you would have said it." She let out a little huff.
"I'm not going to take this treatment from some blonde buffoon! I'm leaving!"
"To where? Heyman and Shane? So you can be his slave again?"
"You don't know me." she replied coldly. "I'm out of here." She turned and left hurriedly, slamming the door behind her.
'Heyman has her under full control.' He took out the extra garbage bag and began cleaning up the remaining parts of the pictures. 'Just like I was..guess we were bound to have something in common some day.'
*****
He made sure the picture was in snugly against his thigh in his tights. He was going to bring it out just in case, he didn't trust Show. As his music started, he felt the adrenaline pulse through him. Forgetting about his problems, he cheerfully made his way down to the ring. Hopping in, he did the usual pepping up on the crowds. His eyes met a very angry pair, mainly Stephanie's. It was surprising the week had passed so quickly. What had happened in the beginning of the week still felt like an odd, odd dream.
It took seconds for Show's music to pop up. 'Right on time.' Jericho watched as he appeared, the picture, folded, in his hands.
"Woah woah there junior." He had grabbed a nearby microphone. He peered at him. "You know, I found an interesting picture people would love to see..however, just because I'm feeling nice, I'll make sure no one sees it if you just go back to the dump you came from. Oh, by the way, how the heck did you fit that stuff around your waist?"
Show was confused, but suddenly understood. The plan had worked, he quickly retreated. Everyone around Jericho were looking at him oddly, and he just shrugged in response.
"Just getting rid of him." he said simply. They all nodded, understanding.
The match continued from there. At every turn, he was beated up, and in the end..he lost. He lost, his team lost..because of Austin. Because of the damn, fucking Rattlesnake. He should have known, but he hadn't. As he watched Team WECW celebrate from his fallen frame, he suddenly felt like ripping someone apart.
'I hate them all..' He glared at the four celebrating in the ring. 'I hate ECW, I hate WCW..I hate the owners..I hate Heyman.."
His focus was suddenly was lost and he felt like he was spinning out of control. Unexpectedly, his body colapsed completely. He finally had sucumbed to his exhaustion.
Jericho had moved back to his own spot on the bed. He glanced over to the picture again, stifling a laugh. It was such a priceless picture..there, in plane view, is the Big Show..in a bikini. 'I wonder where the hell he got a size that didn't break on him.'
"I don't hear you tearing.." Chris glanced up, then smirked.
"What am I, your slave?" he quipped, smirking.
"Can you EVER do things without trying to piss me off?"
"What fun would that be?" he asked innocently, grinning.
"Ugh!" She ripped the picture in her hand. "I cannot believe I did this with you. I must have been pretty drunk last night because I should have KNOWN your scratchy, whining voice!"
"You should talk!" he replied. "Actually, no, nevermind. Just shut the hell up.."
"Fine. I'll shut up if you shut up."
"Fine." Jericho replied easily.
"Fine!" Stephanie shot back and they went silent.
'I knew we wouldn't get along for too long.' Chris tore the picture in his hands. He glanced up at her. 'Wow, she looks really pissed. Then again, I don't really blame her because I'm pissed too. Why did I have to end up with her of all people..ugh, it makes my stomach churn. Hm, but still, weren't we getting along for a few seconds back there? This is not good.' He ripped the next picture. 'I wonder what she's thinking. Probably about how much she hates me, and if that's the case..the feeling's mutual. She's so amazingly annoying it surprises even me. Why did I start hating her, anyway? It's been so long, I don't even remember anymore..'
"That's the last of them." she mumbled, throwing it into the pile.
"I thought we weren't talking." he smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"You are the biggest..biggest..BRAT I've ever met in my entire life!"
"Brat? Aww, Steph, do you gotta pull out the big guns?" She ignored him.
"What if Show gave a picture to someone? Like..Billy or something?"
"Most likely he did." Jericho shrugged. "I was worried about that, too."
"Why didn't you tell me when we were there?"
'Because I didn't want to worry you. Wait a second, did I just think that?' He shook his head, not letting his thoughts progress any further. "Because I figured you would be smart enough to think of that. I mean, you have to have some brains up there. Unless your buddy Heyman tells you how to breath now."
"Heyman does NOT control me." she glared at him.
"I don't know, Steph, it sure looks like it to me. Who are you trying to fool? All he wants is your cash, and he's got that. He's obviously letting you think you own the company.."
"I do own the company!"
"He's got you and Shane brainwashed. I mean, Shane was a decent guy only a few months ago, before he got the company WCW. You..well, you weren't nearly as annoying as you are now." he shook his head. "As long as Paul's with you two, you will never own ECW. He will. Shane will never own WCW. He will."
"How DARE you say that!" she stood up, her eyes narrowing.
"So why WERE you drunk last night, Steph? I mean, I was drunk because of the many times people have screwed me over when I'm so close to the top--so close. What about you?"
"I--" she stopped mid-sentence. "It's none of your business!"
"No, it isn't, but hey..if it was something that you could make my statement false, you would have said it." She let out a little huff.
"I'm not going to take this treatment from some blonde buffoon! I'm leaving!"
"To where? Heyman and Shane? So you can be his slave again?"
"You don't know me." she replied coldly. "I'm out of here." She turned and left hurriedly, slamming the door behind her.
'Heyman has her under full control.' He took out the extra garbage bag and began cleaning up the remaining parts of the pictures. 'Just like I was..guess we were bound to have something in common some day.'
*****
He made sure the picture was in snugly against his thigh in his tights. He was going to bring it out just in case, he didn't trust Show. As his music started, he felt the adrenaline pulse through him. Forgetting about his problems, he cheerfully made his way down to the ring. Hopping in, he did the usual pepping up on the crowds. His eyes met a very angry pair, mainly Stephanie's. It was surprising the week had passed so quickly. What had happened in the beginning of the week still felt like an odd, odd dream.
It took seconds for Show's music to pop up. 'Right on time.' Jericho watched as he appeared, the picture, folded, in his hands.
"Woah woah there junior." He had grabbed a nearby microphone. He peered at him. "You know, I found an interesting picture people would love to see..however, just because I'm feeling nice, I'll make sure no one sees it if you just go back to the dump you came from. Oh, by the way, how the heck did you fit that stuff around your waist?"
Show was confused, but suddenly understood. The plan had worked, he quickly retreated. Everyone around Jericho were looking at him oddly, and he just shrugged in response.
"Just getting rid of him." he said simply. They all nodded, understanding.
The match continued from there. At every turn, he was beated up, and in the end..he lost. He lost, his team lost..because of Austin. Because of the damn, fucking Rattlesnake. He should have known, but he hadn't. As he watched Team WECW celebrate from his fallen frame, he suddenly felt like ripping someone apart.
'I hate them all..' He glared at the four celebrating in the ring. 'I hate ECW, I hate WCW..I hate the owners..I hate Heyman.."
His focus was suddenly was lost and he felt like he was spinning out of control. Unexpectedly, his body colapsed completely. He finally had sucumbed to his exhaustion.