"Put me DOWN! You can't do this to me! I'm Stephanie McMahon Helmsly, dammit! Let me GOOOO!" Stephanie yelled, furiously pounding on the Undertakers chest. The whole WWF locker room had come out to congratulate Chris on his victory, but it was the Brothers of Destruction who had spotted Steph trying to escape through the crowd. Since there was no way in hell Steph was going to go willingly, Undertaker had carried her out of the arena and to Chris's car. A weakened but still grinning Jericho followed on the shoulders of the Hardyz and Edge. Lita trailed along, happily smiling up at the new World Champion.

"That belt looks great on you, Chris!" The redheaded knockout yelled up to him, over the chanting of Matt, Jeff, and Edge. "I'm the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla! What doesn't look great on me?" He yelled back jokingly. Lita rolled her eyes good naturedly.

Stephanie stopped yelling as Undertaker put her down in front of Chris's slick black Eclipse. She glared up at him, but quickly wiped it off as his own glare pierced her. The three WWFers let Chris slide off their shoulders. Tossing a smug look Stephanie's way, Chris took his newly gained belt off. To her shock, he placed it over her shoulder while he unlocked the car. "Hold that for a second, babe."

Appalled at his nerve, Steph pushed the belt off her shoulder disgustedly. He raised an eyebrow at her, opening the car door.

"Problem, princess?" Chris asked. Oh he was REALLY going to enjoy this weekend. Four days of tormenting the princess herself, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsly? Perfect.

"Don't. Call. Me. Babe." She managed to get out through gritted teeth. Her chocolate brown eyes burned with hatred, and her hands were balled into fists so tight that not only were her knuckles white, but her whole hand looked like something out of a bad '60s version of Frosty the Snowman.

"Whatever you say, honey." He grinned while everyone in the parking lot snickered. Steph shot him a death glare, but it went unnoticed.

Lita gave Stephanie a smile that plainly said, " He's got the biggest ego you'll ever come across, but ya gotta love him." Stephanie raised an eyebrow. Lita and Chris sure seemed.. Close.

"Come on Steph, I don't have all day." Turning around, Stephanie realized Chris was already in the car, smirking at her.

With one last look at Lita, Stephanie reluctantly slipped into the seat.

"See ya, guys!" Chris waved before peeling out and speeding off. Things like "Later, Champ!" and "See ya, Goldie!" followed them until they left the parking lot. Chris smiled and shook his head, not sparing Stephanie a glance. They drove in silence for awhile, and Chris pulled up to a Burger King drive-thru window. He rattled off a large order, then turned to Stephanie.

"You want anything?" He asked, bored. "Surprised you asked. Just some fries and a coke." He rolled his eyes and ordered for her. They sat in silence until a gruff teenager brought them the order. Before Chris could drive away, the employee gave a surprised cry. "Your Chris Jericho and Stephanie McMahon! Could I have your autographs?!" Happy to be recognized, Stephanie signed her name in an elegant cursive, while Chris jotted his down quickly.

"There ya go." Chris handed his over, and Steph passed hers to Chris. Their fingers brushed ever so slightly, and both looked up. For the first time, Stephanie noticed what clear blue eyes Chris had. In the mind of the Ayatollah, Chris was shocked at how baby soft her hands were.

Instantaneously, both pulled away. A little embarrassed, Chris handed Stephanies autograph to the employee. Steph shifted her eyes away guiltily, and the zit faced teenager gave them a knowing look.

"Thanks! By the way.. I loved tonight's show." He mentioned, and with a smile from Chris and a little wave from Stephanie, the two Sports Entertainers drove off.

Stephanie sat with her hands in her lap, completely ignoring the food. Oh, Hunter was going to kill her. He lost his belt, and Lord knows what he thought was going to happen on this little 'sleepover'. Sighing loudly, she folded her arms across her chest . She could not WAIT to get this over with.

Chris pulled the car into the lot of a hotel, a pretty high class one at that. Stephanie snorted.

Getting out of the car, Chris got his luggage and started walking towards the lobby. Pausing for a second, he turned around and looked at Steph.

"You can get your own stuff." He sneered, eyeing her two HUGE suitcases.

"No problem." She tossed back nonchalantly. She easily picked up both items. He could tell they were heavy by the strain on her arms, but she showed no sign of struggling. At his shocked expression, Steph smirked.

"I may be the Billion Dollar Princess, but that doesn't mean I don't work out just like everyone else." She walked on ahead of him, easily carrying the 10 pound each suitcases. He stared. An elderly gentleman opened the door for her, and she gave a gracious smile and walked in, tossing a glare at Chris. Just then the gentleman walked up to him and barked in a heavy Sicilian accent, "Making that poor girl carry her own suitcases, eh? Whats a matter with you?" He bopped Chris on the head with his cane and walked away grumbling about society's assholes.

Chris stared back and forth from the gentlemans retreating figure and the door Stephanie had just disappeared into. "That was NOT supposed to happen!"