Author: Huntress
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 3: The Win
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Jericho's eyes were boring into hers. She was beginning to get a little afraid of him. Steph was actually about to give up the bed, when he made a decision. "We'll share the bed." He declared in a voice that stopped Steph from contradicting him. "Okay." She said meekly. He looked at her, "What? No arguments?" "No." She said in the same meek voice. He could tell she was afraid of him. He liked her like this. He'd have to be a jerk more often. He could also tell she didn't want to share a bed with him. 'Oh well.. She cant always have her way.' He thought. He suddenly noticed the little shirt she was in. It didn't cover much, yet at the same time didn't reveal all. She looked damn good in it. 'What am I thinking? This is the same slut who screwed me out of so many matches and titles. And I think she looks good?! Damn straight.' His train of thought was broken as she coughed, and got out of bed. She began walking toward the living room. He figured she was pissed and going to sleep on the couch. "More room for me." He said aloud, and stretched out. She came back with a bag of cough drops in her hand. She stopped when she saw him all stretched out. Anger replaced her fear. "Just WHAT do you think your doing?" She asked angrily. "You went to the couch so I made myself comfortable." "I wasn't gonna sleep on the couch, fucknut, I was getting cough drops." "Oops." He said sheepishly. He moved over and let her climb in. "Never thought I'd be in bed with Chris Jericho." She muttered. "Yea.. It was just every other guy on earth." He replied. She smacked him in the shoulder. "Bitch." He smacked her back. Furious, Steph turned around and bitch-slapped him across the face. In an instant, he was on top of her, and had both her arms pinned above her head with one hand. She struggled, but couldn't break his hold. He had a bright red mark on the side of his face, she noticed a little proudly. He raised his hand to hit her. She flinched, and waited for the blow. It never came. She opened her eyes and saw him glaring down at her. Neither spoke for a moment. "Get off me you big lug!" She bitched. "Make me." He bitched right back. She tried with all her might, but he didn't budge. She laid under him, trying to catch her breath. Even though he was angry, he couldn't help but laugh at her. "Whats so funny?" She demanded. "You, trying to be tough." "I am tough.. I'm a McMahon, dammit!" "Oh really?" He asked in an amused voice, still on top of her. Her warm body was beginning to get to him, and he knew he'd better get off soon before he became all hot and bothered. He didn't want her to think he'd gone soft and given in though. "Yes." She said sternly.
"Then how about you take me on in a wrestling match?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You want to me to fight you?"
"Yep. Why? Scared?"
"No! But.. I'm at a disadvantage."
"Whats that?"
"Your bigger than I am."
"Kane was bigger than me and I fought him."
She paused for a second, stumped. Then, "Yea, but not only that, you have experience. I don't." He smirked at her weak attempt at an excuse. "Yes you do. You beat Jackie, Lita, Trish..." "But they were all my size! And women!" "Oh I get it.. Your just scared." "I am not!" "Then fight me!" "Fine!" Steph wished she hadn't said that. Damn her big mouth. He immediately got off her, and stood up on the bed, prepared for a fight. She stood up weakly. She pushed him, but he didn't move. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk... The bell didn't even ring yet. And I thought we'd make a little wager.." "Whats that?" She asked suspiciously. "Whoever loses has to do anything the other says, all day tomorrow, and tonight." "Anything?" "Anything." She bit her lip nervously. "Well..." "Oh, but I understand if your too scared..." "Your on!" "Excellent. Ready?" He asked her. She nodded weakly. *DING DING DING* he yelled. He put her in the Walls of Jericho. Just as she was about to tap out, she realized she was at the edge of the bed. Using all her strength, (and the advantage of her arched back) she shot her arms up, grabbed two fist fulls of his hair, (forcing him to bend down releasing the pressure on her back) and pushed forward, making them roll off the bed. In his shock, he released her. She kicked him hard, making him sprawl back. She went for the cover, but he flipped her hard on her back. She was dizzy. "One!...Two!...THREE!" he yelled. "I won!" He shouted gleefully. Steph just rubbed her back. "Hope I didn't hurt you too bad, Princess, cause you got a lot of work to do.."
Summary: Chris Jericho and Steph are stranded with no civilization for miles.. Can they survive the mountans, let alone each other?
Disclaimer: I don't own Chris Jericho (though I'd like to!), Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, the WWF, or anyone else my imagination orders into this story. So if you sue me, I get to counter sue. Yup dats right cant mess wit me! Nah! :P
Rating: PG-13 for language and death. ( No one important.)
Chapter 3: The Win
~*~
Jericho's eyes were boring into hers. She was beginning to get a little afraid of him. Steph was actually about to give up the bed, when he made a decision. "We'll share the bed." He declared in a voice that stopped Steph from contradicting him. "Okay." She said meekly. He looked at her, "What? No arguments?" "No." She said in the same meek voice. He could tell she was afraid of him. He liked her like this. He'd have to be a jerk more often. He could also tell she didn't want to share a bed with him. 'Oh well.. She cant always have her way.' He thought. He suddenly noticed the little shirt she was in. It didn't cover much, yet at the same time didn't reveal all. She looked damn good in it. 'What am I thinking? This is the same slut who screwed me out of so many matches and titles. And I think she looks good?! Damn straight.' His train of thought was broken as she coughed, and got out of bed. She began walking toward the living room. He figured she was pissed and going to sleep on the couch. "More room for me." He said aloud, and stretched out. She came back with a bag of cough drops in her hand. She stopped when she saw him all stretched out. Anger replaced her fear. "Just WHAT do you think your doing?" She asked angrily. "You went to the couch so I made myself comfortable." "I wasn't gonna sleep on the couch, fucknut, I was getting cough drops." "Oops." He said sheepishly. He moved over and let her climb in. "Never thought I'd be in bed with Chris Jericho." She muttered. "Yea.. It was just every other guy on earth." He replied. She smacked him in the shoulder. "Bitch." He smacked her back. Furious, Steph turned around and bitch-slapped him across the face. In an instant, he was on top of her, and had both her arms pinned above her head with one hand. She struggled, but couldn't break his hold. He had a bright red mark on the side of his face, she noticed a little proudly. He raised his hand to hit her. She flinched, and waited for the blow. It never came. She opened her eyes and saw him glaring down at her. Neither spoke for a moment. "Get off me you big lug!" She bitched. "Make me." He bitched right back. She tried with all her might, but he didn't budge. She laid under him, trying to catch her breath. Even though he was angry, he couldn't help but laugh at her. "Whats so funny?" She demanded. "You, trying to be tough." "I am tough.. I'm a McMahon, dammit!" "Oh really?" He asked in an amused voice, still on top of her. Her warm body was beginning to get to him, and he knew he'd better get off soon before he became all hot and bothered. He didn't want her to think he'd gone soft and given in though. "Yes." She said sternly.
"Then how about you take me on in a wrestling match?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You want to me to fight you?"
"Yep. Why? Scared?"
"No! But.. I'm at a disadvantage."
"Whats that?"
"Your bigger than I am."
"Kane was bigger than me and I fought him."
She paused for a second, stumped. Then, "Yea, but not only that, you have experience. I don't." He smirked at her weak attempt at an excuse. "Yes you do. You beat Jackie, Lita, Trish..." "But they were all my size! And women!" "Oh I get it.. Your just scared." "I am not!" "Then fight me!" "Fine!" Steph wished she hadn't said that. Damn her big mouth. He immediately got off her, and stood up on the bed, prepared for a fight. She stood up weakly. She pushed him, but he didn't move. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk... The bell didn't even ring yet. And I thought we'd make a little wager.." "Whats that?" She asked suspiciously. "Whoever loses has to do anything the other says, all day tomorrow, and tonight." "Anything?" "Anything." She bit her lip nervously. "Well..." "Oh, but I understand if your too scared..." "Your on!" "Excellent. Ready?" He asked her. She nodded weakly. *DING DING DING* he yelled. He put her in the Walls of Jericho. Just as she was about to tap out, she realized she was at the edge of the bed. Using all her strength, (and the advantage of her arched back) she shot her arms up, grabbed two fist fulls of his hair, (forcing him to bend down releasing the pressure on her back) and pushed forward, making them roll off the bed. In his shock, he released her. She kicked him hard, making him sprawl back. She went for the cover, but he flipped her hard on her back. She was dizzy. "One!...Two!...THREE!" he yelled. "I won!" He shouted gleefully. Steph just rubbed her back. "Hope I didn't hurt you too bad, Princess, cause you got a lot of work to do.."