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 10: SmackDown!
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A large limo pulled up in the parking lot of an arena in Winnipeg, Canada. Chris Beniot got out first, then came Jeff Hardy. Lita and Matt followed, holding hands, causing every girl in the arena to sigh "Awwwww!" Suddenly, the "Awwwww!"'s turned into gasps. Stephanie McMahon Helmsly had just stepped out of the limo, her arm entwined with CHRIS JERICHO's. Steph and Chris smirked at each other, while Chris Beniot and Team X-Treme rolled their eyes good naturedly. Somewhere in the arena, a livid Triple H spit out his coffee, and Austin spilled his on Debra. The rest of the WWF roster either collected on bets, yelled "It's about time!", or split a side laughing. 'God this feelings incredible!' Steph thought happily. She had never experienced a feeling like this. Complete and total...bliss. She never loved Hunter, and knew damn well he didn't care about her either; never had. It was all a business arrangement. They couldn't even decide on what to eat for dinner without a fight. He shouldn't really care, he would just go back to Chyna. She smiled as Chris gave her hand a quick squeeze. Chris's music hit, and they all came out at once. Jeff and Beniot on either side of Matt and Lita, a few steps behind Chris and Steph. The fans were going crazy, and Steph was longing to see the look on Hunters face. Lillian Garcia tossed Chris a mic with a flirtatious smile, which was quickly cut off by a stern look from Steph. Chris began to speak, and the fans hushed to listen. "Now I know what your all thinking. 'Why is the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla coming out with the Billion Dollar Princess? Your party host can answer that. Because she has finally come to her senses! Huge Humongous Honker is not the man for her! Y2J Chris Jericho is. You see Junior, your woman found a REAL man. She was just a little bit fed up with your huge nosed steroid taking mirror breaking late night farting I-wanna-be-bad ass. She has recognized the fact that Y2J Chris Jericho is the man for her." Steph smirked her evil little smirk and took the mic from him. "You know Hunter, he's absolutely right. Chris Jericho has said some mean things to me in the past, as I have him, but at least he paid some attention to me! Right alongside Debra, I was the most neglected wife in this business." *Her voice took on a genuinely hurt look* "You always put me second best. I wasn't as important as winning the belt, or getting even with Austin, or Jericho. I wasn't as important as being the most dominate male in the industry, and I wasn't as important as that paycheck my daddy signed. I just wasn't important to you. Chris makes me feel---" Steph was cut short by the arena flashing green and Triple H's music hitting. He came out with Austin and Debra, both men looking pissed. Debra, on the other hand, was looking at Steph with envy, probably wishing she was brave enough to stand up to the Two Man Power Trip. 'If looks could kill, Steph and Chris would be dead and buried by now.' Lita thought, referring to the look Triple H was giving to Stephanie and Chris. The Two Man Power Trip must have realized the odds were against them, because they stayed on the ramp. Triple H on the left side, Austin on the right, and Debra in the middle. Triple H went on and on about how he was The Game, how dare she turn her back on him, he'd take them all out, blah blah blah. He went on for about two minutes in his droning voice, before Chris took the mic from Steph and let out a loud, "Would you please...SHUT! THE HELL! UP!" Triple H and Austin ran down to the ring and furiously attacked Jericho. Matt, Jeff, and Beniot jumped in, and soon The Game and The Rattlesnake were being beaten to a pulp. Somehow, Triple H managed to get a hold on Steph's ankle, pulling her down. Before anyone could react, Lita was in the ring slamming him in the head with a chair. His hand went limp, and Steph stood up furiously. She kicked him over and over again, when Lita finally had to drag her off him... She was afraid Steph might kill him. The two ladies high fived as The Two Man Power Trip lay limply in the ring. By this time, the crowd was ecstatic. They were just about to get out of the ring when Debra attacked Steph from behind. Steph immediately nailed a DDT on her. Just as Debra got up, she was hit with a Hurricanrana. She lay on her back, staring at the lights then came to a realization... STEPHANIE executed the move. Since when could Stephanie fight?! Damn.. She just got her ass kicked by a woman who was often the Damsel in Distress. Greeeat. Team X-Treme, Chris Beniot, and the WWF's cutest couple since Spike and Molly made their way backstage, as the EMT's took care of the limp forms of Austin, Hunter, and Debra. SmackDown! continued as usual, with a few locker room shots of the newest alliance.
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 10: SmackDown!
~*~
A large limo pulled up in the parking lot of an arena in Winnipeg, Canada. Chris Beniot got out first, then came Jeff Hardy. Lita and Matt followed, holding hands, causing every girl in the arena to sigh "Awwwww!" Suddenly, the "Awwwww!"'s turned into gasps. Stephanie McMahon Helmsly had just stepped out of the limo, her arm entwined with CHRIS JERICHO's. Steph and Chris smirked at each other, while Chris Beniot and Team X-Treme rolled their eyes good naturedly. Somewhere in the arena, a livid Triple H spit out his coffee, and Austin spilled his on Debra. The rest of the WWF roster either collected on bets, yelled "It's about time!", or split a side laughing. 'God this feelings incredible!' Steph thought happily. She had never experienced a feeling like this. Complete and total...bliss. She never loved Hunter, and knew damn well he didn't care about her either; never had. It was all a business arrangement. They couldn't even decide on what to eat for dinner without a fight. He shouldn't really care, he would just go back to Chyna. She smiled as Chris gave her hand a quick squeeze. Chris's music hit, and they all came out at once. Jeff and Beniot on either side of Matt and Lita, a few steps behind Chris and Steph. The fans were going crazy, and Steph was longing to see the look on Hunters face. Lillian Garcia tossed Chris a mic with a flirtatious smile, which was quickly cut off by a stern look from Steph. Chris began to speak, and the fans hushed to listen. "Now I know what your all thinking. 'Why is the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla coming out with the Billion Dollar Princess? Your party host can answer that. Because she has finally come to her senses! Huge Humongous Honker is not the man for her! Y2J Chris Jericho is. You see Junior, your woman found a REAL man. She was just a little bit fed up with your huge nosed steroid taking mirror breaking late night farting I-wanna-be-bad ass. She has recognized the fact that Y2J Chris Jericho is the man for her." Steph smirked her evil little smirk and took the mic from him. "You know Hunter, he's absolutely right. Chris Jericho has said some mean things to me in the past, as I have him, but at least he paid some attention to me! Right alongside Debra, I was the most neglected wife in this business." *Her voice took on a genuinely hurt look* "You always put me second best. I wasn't as important as winning the belt, or getting even with Austin, or Jericho. I wasn't as important as being the most dominate male in the industry, and I wasn't as important as that paycheck my daddy signed. I just wasn't important to you. Chris makes me feel---" Steph was cut short by the arena flashing green and Triple H's music hitting. He came out with Austin and Debra, both men looking pissed. Debra, on the other hand, was looking at Steph with envy, probably wishing she was brave enough to stand up to the Two Man Power Trip. 'If looks could kill, Steph and Chris would be dead and buried by now.' Lita thought, referring to the look Triple H was giving to Stephanie and Chris. The Two Man Power Trip must have realized the odds were against them, because they stayed on the ramp. Triple H on the left side, Austin on the right, and Debra in the middle. Triple H went on and on about how he was The Game, how dare she turn her back on him, he'd take them all out, blah blah blah. He went on for about two minutes in his droning voice, before Chris took the mic from Steph and let out a loud, "Would you please...SHUT! THE HELL! UP!" Triple H and Austin ran down to the ring and furiously attacked Jericho. Matt, Jeff, and Beniot jumped in, and soon The Game and The Rattlesnake were being beaten to a pulp. Somehow, Triple H managed to get a hold on Steph's ankle, pulling her down. Before anyone could react, Lita was in the ring slamming him in the head with a chair. His hand went limp, and Steph stood up furiously. She kicked him over and over again, when Lita finally had to drag her off him... She was afraid Steph might kill him. The two ladies high fived as The Two Man Power Trip lay limply in the ring. By this time, the crowd was ecstatic. They were just about to get out of the ring when Debra attacked Steph from behind. Steph immediately nailed a DDT on her. Just as Debra got up, she was hit with a Hurricanrana. She lay on her back, staring at the lights then came to a realization... STEPHANIE executed the move. Since when could Stephanie fight?! Damn.. She just got her ass kicked by a woman who was often the Damsel in Distress. Greeeat. Team X-Treme, Chris Beniot, and the WWF's cutest couple since Spike and Molly made their way backstage, as the EMT's took care of the limp forms of Austin, Hunter, and Debra. SmackDown! continued as usual, with a few locker room shots of the newest alliance.