"Have you heard?" Chris was beginning to wonder if people had a radar on him. He glanced towards his door, peering at Kurt Angle who had a look made of a mix of an upset scowl and a happy grin. It was the look Chris was seeing a bit too often now.
"Well, you know me with gossip." Jericho shrugged.
"We have a match tonight." he explained.
"Oh, cool." Chris replied. "Who we against?"
"It's not just us." Kurt shook his head. "Our third member is the one who got us the match."
"What third member might that be?" Chris questioned.
"Lita." Chris really looked up then, giving Kurt a confused look.
"What do you mean?" Chris questioned.
"Well, it seems that Lita opened her mouth at the wrong time. She said something to Stephanie to piss her off royally.Stephanie basically demanded to meet her in the ring tonight, and she actually accepted! Then Stephanie added that it should be a tag team match, and god knows how it became 3 on 3, but she said we would help her." Kurt explained.
"But she's still hurt." Chris shook his head, trying not to notice how his heart basically dropped at the news.
"That's what I'm saying, but she's not listening. She's ready to raise hell. So, you're still in, right?"
"Who else besides Stephanie?" he inquired.
"No clue, she's yet to pick. So, you in?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm in." he nodded, trying not to sound as 'thrilled' as he was about the idea of it all.
"Great. It's up next." Chris blinked. "Come on."
He was glad he suited up early. He shrugged, pulling his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly behind him, following Kurt out his door. Neither Kurt nor Lita seemed to notice the look of utter dispair. This was getting ridiculous. The one time he actually didn't want to see her, she was showing up..everywhere. Whoever was playing the cruel joke on him was going to get his or her ass kicked.
He eyed her the entire match. She had picked Austin and RVD, and neither of them liked Chris particularily. Actually, Austin had been wanting to make him an example for a very very long time. RVD didn't like him because of the fact that Chris could outdo him. Stephanie..well..everyone knew why with THAT one.
The match ended with Lita and Stephanie. Lita managed to pin her, while Jericho himself went after RVD and of course, Angle went after Austin. When she was pinned, Angle and Lita retreated, and so did he. He tiredly walked up the ramp, and only noticed at mid-ramp that the crowd was booing. Chris turned his head and immeditately saw what was happening.
Austin was not very happy at losing. He was taking it out on RVD. RVD was in a fetal position as Austin stomped mudholes in him. Jericho was going to turn around again when he noticed Austin was going after a still-groggy Stephanie McMahon. He had somehow got a microphone.
"I don't care who you are you little bitch." Austin screamed into the microphone. "What? You think you're better then me? What? I am the World Wrestling Federation champion! Without me, your stupid lil' company would cease to exist! What?"
Jericho couldn't believe he was thinking of doing what he was about to do. "I'll have to make an example of you too. What? You think you're special? You think you--" Jericho had heard enough. He all ready knew Austin was about to cream her. He suddenly raced toward the ring, slipping in easily, smashing hard into Austin.
Austin, stunned, fell and retreated out of the ring. Jericho glared at him until he finally backed off. Jericho looked at the occupants in the ring. RVD was recovering. His eyes caught Stephanie's for a second, and he quickly broke it before anything came out of it. Knowing RVD would help her, he slipped out of the ring to catch up with Angle and Lita, who were giving him a look that screamed 'What the fuck just happened?'.
"What the fuck was that?" Kurt Angle bluntly asked when they got to the back. Jericho couldn't believe what he just did himself.
"No one deserves to be hurt by him." he explained, calmly, and even more, truthfully. "No one."
Kurt and Lita watched as he walked past them. He pretended not to notice the still going weird looks he was getting from them. Then again, he would be giving himself a weird look as well if he could. What the hell WAS that about? Had he finally snapped? Helping Stephanie in front of everyone like that..that was as bad as that damn kiss!
He twitched at the memory of it. That was another time his mind sort of went somewhere else. He was thinking about pushing her off or beaming her with a slight hit..you know, one that really wouldn't hurt her since, even if he was mean to her, she was still a girl and he disliked hitting any of them, but something just snapped in him. He was probably as shocked as she was when it happened. and he let her go when he realized what he was doing. He was surprised he could finish the match in the daze he was in after what happened.
"You're not too good at hiding things, are you?" Chris didn't even bother to look who was talking to him. He all ready knew.
"I'm not having a good day today, Benoit." Chris responded, finally looking over to him. He slid off the box he was lazing on. "I suggest you not piss me off any more."
"You know, you're starting to sound like me." Benoit laughed. "Just put in that 'prove me wrong'. Actually, I should say that to you..since you obviously still disagree with me. What you did tonight really didn't convince me, nor anyone else for that matter now."
"What was I suppose to do? Let Austin kick her ass?" Chris asked.
"Well, if you ask me, I think you were suppose too. I don't think the normal Chris Jericho would save her. " Benoit shrugged. "But that's just me."
"Well then the 'normal' Jericho is an ass." he retorted. Benoit laughed.
"Well, for some reason, a lot of people liked the normal one. Now you just confused the hell out of everyone. Not many people are used to seeing the Jericho who saves damsels in distress. Especially when the damsel happens to be the one you yourself have gone after numerous times. If you don't want your insanity getting out, I suggest you not try a stunt like what you did again." Benoit suggested.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Jericho inquired.
"Not a word." Benoit shook his head, not minding the glare he got.
"And you're suppose to be one of my friends." he grumbled.
"I am one of your friends, man." Benoit nodded. "That's why I'm looking out for you. Whether or not you like her, the way you're acting...it's going to make people start to wonder."
"She's everywhere." he frowned. "I can't get rid of her."
"Excuse me?" Chris froze. Benoit looked at Jericho with the 'oh shit..' face. Chris turned to see Lita staring at him angrily. "Well if that's how you feel about me Chris--"
"No! Lita..you have it wrong.." Chris tried to explain. His answer was very very clear, and it came in the form of a very very hard slap. He held his jaw, wincing.
"You could have said it to my face, you know!" Chris watched her stomp off, bewildered. He noted Benoit walk to his side, shaking his head.
"What just happened?" Jericho asked, still wincing at his stinging jaw.
"I think Lita took what we were talking about the wrong way." Benoit confirmed.
"..I hate girls, you know that?" Chris groaned. Benoit smirked.
"Aren't you going to go after her?" he inquired.
"Of course. I need to find someone who sells a flower though." he sighed. "Maybe that'll make up for what happened and she won't ask who we were talking about.."
"I hate to say it, but I'm greatly doubting even 4 dozen flowers could keep her from asking." he replied. "Good luck though!" He began to walk away.
"Aren't you going to help me?!" Chris asked, sounding desperate. Benoit turned, an amused smirk on his face.
"I'm on my vacation, Chris. I can't help you all the time. You'll do fine. After all, you're the one with all the charm. Just tell her the truth." he turned and walked away again.
There was a single problem with that piece of advice. Chris couldn't seem to understand himself what the truth was. It was hidden deep under about a thousand other jumbled up thoughts in his mind.
"Well, you know me with gossip." Jericho shrugged.
"We have a match tonight." he explained.
"Oh, cool." Chris replied. "Who we against?"
"It's not just us." Kurt shook his head. "Our third member is the one who got us the match."
"What third member might that be?" Chris questioned.
"Lita." Chris really looked up then, giving Kurt a confused look.
"What do you mean?" Chris questioned.
"Well, it seems that Lita opened her mouth at the wrong time. She said something to Stephanie to piss her off royally.Stephanie basically demanded to meet her in the ring tonight, and she actually accepted! Then Stephanie added that it should be a tag team match, and god knows how it became 3 on 3, but she said we would help her." Kurt explained.
"But she's still hurt." Chris shook his head, trying not to notice how his heart basically dropped at the news.
"That's what I'm saying, but she's not listening. She's ready to raise hell. So, you're still in, right?"
"Who else besides Stephanie?" he inquired.
"No clue, she's yet to pick. So, you in?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm in." he nodded, trying not to sound as 'thrilled' as he was about the idea of it all.
"Great. It's up next." Chris blinked. "Come on."
He was glad he suited up early. He shrugged, pulling his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly behind him, following Kurt out his door. Neither Kurt nor Lita seemed to notice the look of utter dispair. This was getting ridiculous. The one time he actually didn't want to see her, she was showing up..everywhere. Whoever was playing the cruel joke on him was going to get his or her ass kicked.
He eyed her the entire match. She had picked Austin and RVD, and neither of them liked Chris particularily. Actually, Austin had been wanting to make him an example for a very very long time. RVD didn't like him because of the fact that Chris could outdo him. Stephanie..well..everyone knew why with THAT one.
The match ended with Lita and Stephanie. Lita managed to pin her, while Jericho himself went after RVD and of course, Angle went after Austin. When she was pinned, Angle and Lita retreated, and so did he. He tiredly walked up the ramp, and only noticed at mid-ramp that the crowd was booing. Chris turned his head and immeditately saw what was happening.
Austin was not very happy at losing. He was taking it out on RVD. RVD was in a fetal position as Austin stomped mudholes in him. Jericho was going to turn around again when he noticed Austin was going after a still-groggy Stephanie McMahon. He had somehow got a microphone.
"I don't care who you are you little bitch." Austin screamed into the microphone. "What? You think you're better then me? What? I am the World Wrestling Federation champion! Without me, your stupid lil' company would cease to exist! What?"
Jericho couldn't believe he was thinking of doing what he was about to do. "I'll have to make an example of you too. What? You think you're special? You think you--" Jericho had heard enough. He all ready knew Austin was about to cream her. He suddenly raced toward the ring, slipping in easily, smashing hard into Austin.
Austin, stunned, fell and retreated out of the ring. Jericho glared at him until he finally backed off. Jericho looked at the occupants in the ring. RVD was recovering. His eyes caught Stephanie's for a second, and he quickly broke it before anything came out of it. Knowing RVD would help her, he slipped out of the ring to catch up with Angle and Lita, who were giving him a look that screamed 'What the fuck just happened?'.
"What the fuck was that?" Kurt Angle bluntly asked when they got to the back. Jericho couldn't believe what he just did himself.
"No one deserves to be hurt by him." he explained, calmly, and even more, truthfully. "No one."
Kurt and Lita watched as he walked past them. He pretended not to notice the still going weird looks he was getting from them. Then again, he would be giving himself a weird look as well if he could. What the hell WAS that about? Had he finally snapped? Helping Stephanie in front of everyone like that..that was as bad as that damn kiss!
He twitched at the memory of it. That was another time his mind sort of went somewhere else. He was thinking about pushing her off or beaming her with a slight hit..you know, one that really wouldn't hurt her since, even if he was mean to her, she was still a girl and he disliked hitting any of them, but something just snapped in him. He was probably as shocked as she was when it happened. and he let her go when he realized what he was doing. He was surprised he could finish the match in the daze he was in after what happened.
"You're not too good at hiding things, are you?" Chris didn't even bother to look who was talking to him. He all ready knew.
"I'm not having a good day today, Benoit." Chris responded, finally looking over to him. He slid off the box he was lazing on. "I suggest you not piss me off any more."
"You know, you're starting to sound like me." Benoit laughed. "Just put in that 'prove me wrong'. Actually, I should say that to you..since you obviously still disagree with me. What you did tonight really didn't convince me, nor anyone else for that matter now."
"What was I suppose to do? Let Austin kick her ass?" Chris asked.
"Well, if you ask me, I think you were suppose too. I don't think the normal Chris Jericho would save her. " Benoit shrugged. "But that's just me."
"Well then the 'normal' Jericho is an ass." he retorted. Benoit laughed.
"Well, for some reason, a lot of people liked the normal one. Now you just confused the hell out of everyone. Not many people are used to seeing the Jericho who saves damsels in distress. Especially when the damsel happens to be the one you yourself have gone after numerous times. If you don't want your insanity getting out, I suggest you not try a stunt like what you did again." Benoit suggested.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Jericho inquired.
"Not a word." Benoit shook his head, not minding the glare he got.
"And you're suppose to be one of my friends." he grumbled.
"I am one of your friends, man." Benoit nodded. "That's why I'm looking out for you. Whether or not you like her, the way you're acting...it's going to make people start to wonder."
"She's everywhere." he frowned. "I can't get rid of her."
"Excuse me?" Chris froze. Benoit looked at Jericho with the 'oh shit..' face. Chris turned to see Lita staring at him angrily. "Well if that's how you feel about me Chris--"
"No! Lita..you have it wrong.." Chris tried to explain. His answer was very very clear, and it came in the form of a very very hard slap. He held his jaw, wincing.
"You could have said it to my face, you know!" Chris watched her stomp off, bewildered. He noted Benoit walk to his side, shaking his head.
"What just happened?" Jericho asked, still wincing at his stinging jaw.
"I think Lita took what we were talking about the wrong way." Benoit confirmed.
"..I hate girls, you know that?" Chris groaned. Benoit smirked.
"Aren't you going to go after her?" he inquired.
"Of course. I need to find someone who sells a flower though." he sighed. "Maybe that'll make up for what happened and she won't ask who we were talking about.."
"I hate to say it, but I'm greatly doubting even 4 dozen flowers could keep her from asking." he replied. "Good luck though!" He began to walk away.
"Aren't you going to help me?!" Chris asked, sounding desperate. Benoit turned, an amused smirk on his face.
"I'm on my vacation, Chris. I can't help you all the time. You'll do fine. After all, you're the one with all the charm. Just tell her the truth." he turned and walked away again.
There was a single problem with that piece of advice. Chris couldn't seem to understand himself what the truth was. It was hidden deep under about a thousand other jumbled up thoughts in his mind.