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Chapter 4: Paradise?
Chris thought to himself, *Should I go after her or wait until she comes back, that is if she comes back? Shoot, I know Vince wants me to take care of her, but at the same time he'll take care of me, if I so much as lay a hand on her.*
"Fine," Chris muttered to himself, "I'll go after her, but I'll stay at a safe distance behind."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"It wasn't what I did sir, they grabbed the wrong map," he said nervously.
"Oh yes, it is what you did, and if anything happens to Stephanie I'm holding you personally responsible."
The office door burst open, "Ahh, Matt, you're just the person I've been wanting to talk to."
"Whatever it is, it will have to wait," Matt stated flatly. "How do you propose to explain this?" Matt questioned angrily, thrusting the newspaper in the men's face.
FREAK TRAIN ACCIDENT OFF THE COAST OF CUBA. NO BODIES HAVE BEEN FOUND.
"The article goes on to say the accident is very odd, because that area was barricaded off with warning signs. They shouldn't have even been traveling that way!" Matt exploded. "This was supposed to be a simple undercover operation, where did you guys screw it up?!"
"Now, hold on just a minute, they should all be fine, because even if they went the wrong way, the instructions given to them once they boarded the train remained unchanged."
"They had better be alright, because timing is everything. They may have gotten off the train when told, but if the distance was shorter than the original map.." Matt trailed off, unable to finish, not wanting to voice his fears. "Look, you let us know the minute they call," Matt demanded, his jaw muscles twitching, "I have two wives out there as well, wondering where their husbands are," Matt said angrily, pointing towards the lobby. Matt turned abruptly on his heel and stormed out of the office. "Well, I guess my exciting news for Matt will have to wait," he said nervously, looking at his partner.
"You lost the map?!"
"Um yes, when we were jumping out the window, the wind blew the map out of Tazz's hands."
Tazz slapped him upside the back of his head, "Thanks for volunteering Cole," he growled.
"Look," Amy said, eyeing the gas gauge uneasily, "I suggest we look for a gas station, then we can get directions from there."
"I can't believe I'm doing this: here I am, on a deserted island, chasing after a gorgeous.. Why do I keep calling her that," Jericho said to himself in disbelief . "I mean she's nothing but a disgusting, filthy, bottom feeding... ouch! Darn tree branch, it's going to add a new hole to my body that wasn't there before, not to mention ruin my lucky hockey jersey." He sighed and pulled his shirt off, tying the ends around his waist. *There, that should work,* he thought to himself. He turned a corner and found himself nose-to-nose with Stephanie McMahon, who was holding her arms over her chest. Even in the shadow of the trees, he could see the flesh-colored straps of her bra.
"A ha, so you do wear a bra!" he crowed. "Darn, there goes my fifty bucks," he muttered to himself.
"Of course I do," Steph said haughtily, "Do you really think I would wear nothing under my clothes, especially when I knew I would be traveling with you?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping.." he trailed off, grinning wickedly. Her eyes wide, she backed up a step. Jericho rolled his eyes, and reached out a hand to her, "Come on Steph, I was only kidding."
Side-by-side they walked back down the beach. "Look, I'm sorry about my comments earlier, concerning the bra thing and the marbles. I honestly didn't think you wore them, it wasn't meant to be snide."
"Ha, that's a shock, coming from you. And I'll have you know that I do use my "marbles," but I don't get to come to the beach much okay. I'm either behind a desk or in the ring."
"Ah, so I'm a Jericholic, while you're a workaholic," Chris said, looking at her with a lopsided grin.
"Something like that," Stephanie said quietly. Sensing there was more to this conversation than met the eye, Chris frowned.
"Do you want to talk about it?'
"Not really," she said honestly, tilting her face up towards his. Shivering, Stephanie wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"What happened to your sweater?" Chris asked quietly.
Steph looked at him sheepishly, "I think it got washed out with the tide."
Chris shook his head, "Here," he said, handing her his hockey jersey, "maybe this will keep you warm."
She looked up at Chris in surprise and disbelief, "But this is your lucky hockey jersey."
"Naw, it's no big deal. Besides, I have plenty of other lucky hockey jerseys at home."
For the first time in what felt like ages to Steph, she smiled genuinely, "Thanks."
"Your welcome." He turned his head and looked out to sea, trying hard not to think about the autographed signature on the back of the hockey shirt that was now wrapped snugly around Stephanie's shoulders.
The 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix sputtered to a stop, on a dusty, dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
"Great, now what?" Amy muttered to herself in disgust as she stepped out of the car and surveyed their surroundings. "Michael!" she called excitedly. "Oh geez, why didn't I think of it before?" Amy exclaimed, snapping her fingers.
"Think of what before?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your cell phone, we can call the gang on your cell!"
"Uh, that's no longer an option," Michael said quietly.
Amy and Tazz frowned. "Why not?" they asked simultaneously.
"I uh, left my cell phone on the whole time when we were on the train and now the batteries are dead," he squeaked out.
Amy off took her engineer's cap and hit him with it. "Well fellows, " she sighed, "I'd say we have a long walk ahead of us."
"So, where can a guy go to find food on this island?" Chris wondered aloud.
"Actually, that grove of trees we were in earlier has coconuts and pineapples hanging from their branches," Stephanie offered.
"You're kidding!" Chris exclaimed, jumping up off the sandy floor.
Stephanie shook her head and smiled, "Nope."
"I bet I'll get there first," Chris challenged, a grin on his face. Jericho raced up the beach, Stephanie on his heels. "A ha, I did it," Chris said to himself triumphantly. *This is one bet where Jeff won't be able to spend my fifty bucks on hair dye and nail polish,* Chris thought to himself. "Okay, Steph, why don't we see what else these trees might have hidden in their branches," Only silence greeted him. "Stephanie?" Deja vu swept over him yet again, as his heart plummeted into his stomach. That's when he heard her scream.
"Matt?" Amy practically yelled into the phone, she had never been so glad to hear his voice.
"Yeah, sweetheart, it's me. Are you guys okay?"
"Yes, we're all fine. We just got gas in the car and we should be back to Connecticut in a few hours."
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"I love you. I'm so glad to hear your voice," Matt said gratefully.
His words meant everything to her, *I feel so - cherished.*
"Me too, I've never been so glad to hear your voice. I love you too Matt." Amy handed the phone to Michael, who smiled broadly as he heard his wife's voice come on the line.
Jericho raced back down the beach, as fast as he feet would carry him. He came to an abrupt halt as Stephanie, no more than a foot away from him, stood paralyzed in fear.
Her body may have been immobile, but her mouth sure wasn't: "Get it off!" she yelled.
"I don't know how to get it off, besides, what if it's poisonous?"
"What, is big, bad Jericho afraid? Funny, I never pictured you to be a - wuss," Stephanie goaded.
"You're in no position to sling insults little girl," he growled. "But you know what, fine. I'll show you I'm not a wuss."
"No, wait a minute Jericho, I don't want you doing anything brash..." "Ouch! Why you..." With his other hand he grabbed the snake around the head and tossed it into the waves. "I hope you drown!" he yelled at it, as the serpent sailed through the air.
"Bloody snake!" he cried, clutching his wounded hand tightly.
"Bloody is right," Steph replied softly, watching the blood drip through Chris's fingers.
"If that snake is poisonous, my death is on your head," he threatened. "Actually," Stephanie replied, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, "I don't think he was deadly, he didn't have a diamond-shaped head."
Chris looked at her in surprise.
"What?! I gather you are familiar with the term, school field trips," she replied tartly. "You know, you really shouldn't have done that, it wasn't very smart," she said softly, reluctantly looking down at the hem of Chris's hockey shirt.
Chris threw his good arm up, exasperated, "Whoa, wait a minute here, I thought you wanted me to help you and now you're saying you wished I hadn't?! I give up, I'm never going to understand women!"
She smiled slightly, as she ripped a piece of her sleeve off.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, panic laced in his voice.
"I need to stop the bleeding and it's not like we have many articles of clothing to choose from," Stephanie explained, blushing slightly. As she wrapped the cloth around Jericho's hand, Stephanie became painfully aware of how close she was to the half - naked Jericho.
Jericho winced and looked away. Stephanie's head shot up, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No problem," he said distractedly, staring out to sea. *I can't believe I let her tear up my only lucky, autographed shirt!* he winced inwardly.
It was nightfall when the group finally reached the wrestling headquarters in Connecticut. Amy, feeling tired and dirty was the first to leave the car. Matt came rushing out of the building and scooped Amy up in his arms. "I could sleep for a week," she mumbled against his shoulder.
"I know Red, I know."
Michael and Tazz scooped up their own wives and kissed them soundly. Making their way into the building, Tazz asked, "So, where are Stephanie and Jericho?"
"They aren't here yet," a man replied, coming out of the shadows. "The directions you guys took were the wrong ones," he confessed.
"Wha, what?" Amy asked, shocked.
"What!" Matt roared, gently easing Amy off his lap.
"So, we could have been killed, unaware of the danger we were truly in!" Michael yelled. Angrily he tossed the newspaper to Tazz.
"Now hold on a minute, nothing happened.." the shadowy figure defended himself.
"No, you hold on a minute, nothing happened?!" Amy exclaimed. "We may have lost two of our best friends and your..", but Amy stopped mid-sentence as she heard footsteps pounding on the tile floor.
"I found them!" a different voice cried out, rushing towards them.
"Here!" he crowed triumphantly, thrusting the map in their faces. He pointed to a small island off to the right of Cuba, "Andros!"
Jericho gazed up at the night sky, thinking how beautiful the crescent moon looked as it glowed from up above. Hands linked behind his head, he turned to Stephanie, "I don't know about you, but I could live with this for awhile, it's so peaceful."
"It's okay I guess, but what about the wild animals?" she questioned, her arms wrapped around her knees.
Chris did a double take and laughed, "Oh please, this is a deserted island, out in the middle of nowhere. Lions, tigers and bears, oh my," he mimicked snidely. Wounded, Stephanie opened her mouth to retort, but thinking better of it, she clamped it shut. *It will just add fuel to the fire. Darn him, he can be so nice one minute, then stab you in the back the next. I hate him! Wait a minute, I loathe him.* She shook her head in frustration, *Ooh, no, for crying out loud, I like him, but just a little bit,* was all Stephanie would admit to herself. "Goodnight Jericho," she replied coolly. Some time later, Stephanie woke with a start, "For crying out loud Jericho, you sure are hairy," she muttered, kicking at him. Stephanie cracked open on eye, "Quit howling Jericho, you sound like an animal," she scolded irritably. Opening her other eye, Steph's breath hitched as she found herself staring into a pair of glittering, black eyes.
A hand clapped over her mouth, "Don't move, don't even breath," a voice whispered urgently in her ear.
How hairy is Jericho?!
Will anything be left of Y2J's hockey shirt by the time this story is over?
Stay tuned, don't click that button...
If you would like to use this story, please ask first, thanks.
Thanks everyone for all your reviews, I really appreciate it. :)
Chapter 4: Paradise?
Chris thought to himself, *Should I go after her or wait until she comes back, that is if she comes back? Shoot, I know Vince wants me to take care of her, but at the same time he'll take care of me, if I so much as lay a hand on her.*
"Fine," Chris muttered to himself, "I'll go after her, but I'll stay at a safe distance behind."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"It wasn't what I did sir, they grabbed the wrong map," he said nervously.
"Oh yes, it is what you did, and if anything happens to Stephanie I'm holding you personally responsible."
The office door burst open, "Ahh, Matt, you're just the person I've been wanting to talk to."
"Whatever it is, it will have to wait," Matt stated flatly. "How do you propose to explain this?" Matt questioned angrily, thrusting the newspaper in the men's face.
FREAK TRAIN ACCIDENT OFF THE COAST OF CUBA. NO BODIES HAVE BEEN FOUND.
"The article goes on to say the accident is very odd, because that area was barricaded off with warning signs. They shouldn't have even been traveling that way!" Matt exploded. "This was supposed to be a simple undercover operation, where did you guys screw it up?!"
"Now, hold on just a minute, they should all be fine, because even if they went the wrong way, the instructions given to them once they boarded the train remained unchanged."
"They had better be alright, because timing is everything. They may have gotten off the train when told, but if the distance was shorter than the original map.." Matt trailed off, unable to finish, not wanting to voice his fears. "Look, you let us know the minute they call," Matt demanded, his jaw muscles twitching, "I have two wives out there as well, wondering where their husbands are," Matt said angrily, pointing towards the lobby. Matt turned abruptly on his heel and stormed out of the office. "Well, I guess my exciting news for Matt will have to wait," he said nervously, looking at his partner.
"You lost the map?!"
"Um yes, when we were jumping out the window, the wind blew the map out of Tazz's hands."
Tazz slapped him upside the back of his head, "Thanks for volunteering Cole," he growled.
"Look," Amy said, eyeing the gas gauge uneasily, "I suggest we look for a gas station, then we can get directions from there."
"I can't believe I'm doing this: here I am, on a deserted island, chasing after a gorgeous.. Why do I keep calling her that," Jericho said to himself in disbelief . "I mean she's nothing but a disgusting, filthy, bottom feeding... ouch! Darn tree branch, it's going to add a new hole to my body that wasn't there before, not to mention ruin my lucky hockey jersey." He sighed and pulled his shirt off, tying the ends around his waist. *There, that should work,* he thought to himself. He turned a corner and found himself nose-to-nose with Stephanie McMahon, who was holding her arms over her chest. Even in the shadow of the trees, he could see the flesh-colored straps of her bra.
"A ha, so you do wear a bra!" he crowed. "Darn, there goes my fifty bucks," he muttered to himself.
"Of course I do," Steph said haughtily, "Do you really think I would wear nothing under my clothes, especially when I knew I would be traveling with you?"
"Well, I was kind of hoping.." he trailed off, grinning wickedly. Her eyes wide, she backed up a step. Jericho rolled his eyes, and reached out a hand to her, "Come on Steph, I was only kidding."
Side-by-side they walked back down the beach. "Look, I'm sorry about my comments earlier, concerning the bra thing and the marbles. I honestly didn't think you wore them, it wasn't meant to be snide."
"Ha, that's a shock, coming from you. And I'll have you know that I do use my "marbles," but I don't get to come to the beach much okay. I'm either behind a desk or in the ring."
"Ah, so I'm a Jericholic, while you're a workaholic," Chris said, looking at her with a lopsided grin.
"Something like that," Stephanie said quietly. Sensing there was more to this conversation than met the eye, Chris frowned.
"Do you want to talk about it?'
"Not really," she said honestly, tilting her face up towards his. Shivering, Stephanie wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"What happened to your sweater?" Chris asked quietly.
Steph looked at him sheepishly, "I think it got washed out with the tide."
Chris shook his head, "Here," he said, handing her his hockey jersey, "maybe this will keep you warm."
She looked up at Chris in surprise and disbelief, "But this is your lucky hockey jersey."
"Naw, it's no big deal. Besides, I have plenty of other lucky hockey jerseys at home."
For the first time in what felt like ages to Steph, she smiled genuinely, "Thanks."
"Your welcome." He turned his head and looked out to sea, trying hard not to think about the autographed signature on the back of the hockey shirt that was now wrapped snugly around Stephanie's shoulders.
The 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix sputtered to a stop, on a dusty, dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
"Great, now what?" Amy muttered to herself in disgust as she stepped out of the car and surveyed their surroundings. "Michael!" she called excitedly. "Oh geez, why didn't I think of it before?" Amy exclaimed, snapping her fingers.
"Think of what before?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your cell phone, we can call the gang on your cell!"
"Uh, that's no longer an option," Michael said quietly.
Amy and Tazz frowned. "Why not?" they asked simultaneously.
"I uh, left my cell phone on the whole time when we were on the train and now the batteries are dead," he squeaked out.
Amy off took her engineer's cap and hit him with it. "Well fellows, " she sighed, "I'd say we have a long walk ahead of us."
"So, where can a guy go to find food on this island?" Chris wondered aloud.
"Actually, that grove of trees we were in earlier has coconuts and pineapples hanging from their branches," Stephanie offered.
"You're kidding!" Chris exclaimed, jumping up off the sandy floor.
Stephanie shook her head and smiled, "Nope."
"I bet I'll get there first," Chris challenged, a grin on his face. Jericho raced up the beach, Stephanie on his heels. "A ha, I did it," Chris said to himself triumphantly. *This is one bet where Jeff won't be able to spend my fifty bucks on hair dye and nail polish,* Chris thought to himself. "Okay, Steph, why don't we see what else these trees might have hidden in their branches," Only silence greeted him. "Stephanie?" Deja vu swept over him yet again, as his heart plummeted into his stomach. That's when he heard her scream.
"Matt?" Amy practically yelled into the phone, she had never been so glad to hear his voice.
"Yeah, sweetheart, it's me. Are you guys okay?"
"Yes, we're all fine. We just got gas in the car and we should be back to Connecticut in a few hours."
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"I love you. I'm so glad to hear your voice," Matt said gratefully.
His words meant everything to her, *I feel so - cherished.*
"Me too, I've never been so glad to hear your voice. I love you too Matt." Amy handed the phone to Michael, who smiled broadly as he heard his wife's voice come on the line.
Jericho raced back down the beach, as fast as he feet would carry him. He came to an abrupt halt as Stephanie, no more than a foot away from him, stood paralyzed in fear.
Her body may have been immobile, but her mouth sure wasn't: "Get it off!" she yelled.
"I don't know how to get it off, besides, what if it's poisonous?"
"What, is big, bad Jericho afraid? Funny, I never pictured you to be a - wuss," Stephanie goaded.
"You're in no position to sling insults little girl," he growled. "But you know what, fine. I'll show you I'm not a wuss."
"No, wait a minute Jericho, I don't want you doing anything brash..." "Ouch! Why you..." With his other hand he grabbed the snake around the head and tossed it into the waves. "I hope you drown!" he yelled at it, as the serpent sailed through the air.
"Bloody snake!" he cried, clutching his wounded hand tightly.
"Bloody is right," Steph replied softly, watching the blood drip through Chris's fingers.
"If that snake is poisonous, my death is on your head," he threatened. "Actually," Stephanie replied, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, "I don't think he was deadly, he didn't have a diamond-shaped head."
Chris looked at her in surprise.
"What?! I gather you are familiar with the term, school field trips," she replied tartly. "You know, you really shouldn't have done that, it wasn't very smart," she said softly, reluctantly looking down at the hem of Chris's hockey shirt.
Chris threw his good arm up, exasperated, "Whoa, wait a minute here, I thought you wanted me to help you and now you're saying you wished I hadn't?! I give up, I'm never going to understand women!"
She smiled slightly, as she ripped a piece of her sleeve off.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, panic laced in his voice.
"I need to stop the bleeding and it's not like we have many articles of clothing to choose from," Stephanie explained, blushing slightly. As she wrapped the cloth around Jericho's hand, Stephanie became painfully aware of how close she was to the half - naked Jericho.
Jericho winced and looked away. Stephanie's head shot up, "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No problem," he said distractedly, staring out to sea. *I can't believe I let her tear up my only lucky, autographed shirt!* he winced inwardly.
It was nightfall when the group finally reached the wrestling headquarters in Connecticut. Amy, feeling tired and dirty was the first to leave the car. Matt came rushing out of the building and scooped Amy up in his arms. "I could sleep for a week," she mumbled against his shoulder.
"I know Red, I know."
Michael and Tazz scooped up their own wives and kissed them soundly. Making their way into the building, Tazz asked, "So, where are Stephanie and Jericho?"
"They aren't here yet," a man replied, coming out of the shadows. "The directions you guys took were the wrong ones," he confessed.
"Wha, what?" Amy asked, shocked.
"What!" Matt roared, gently easing Amy off his lap.
"So, we could have been killed, unaware of the danger we were truly in!" Michael yelled. Angrily he tossed the newspaper to Tazz.
"Now hold on a minute, nothing happened.." the shadowy figure defended himself.
"No, you hold on a minute, nothing happened?!" Amy exclaimed. "We may have lost two of our best friends and your..", but Amy stopped mid-sentence as she heard footsteps pounding on the tile floor.
"I found them!" a different voice cried out, rushing towards them.
"Here!" he crowed triumphantly, thrusting the map in their faces. He pointed to a small island off to the right of Cuba, "Andros!"
Jericho gazed up at the night sky, thinking how beautiful the crescent moon looked as it glowed from up above. Hands linked behind his head, he turned to Stephanie, "I don't know about you, but I could live with this for awhile, it's so peaceful."
"It's okay I guess, but what about the wild animals?" she questioned, her arms wrapped around her knees.
Chris did a double take and laughed, "Oh please, this is a deserted island, out in the middle of nowhere. Lions, tigers and bears, oh my," he mimicked snidely. Wounded, Stephanie opened her mouth to retort, but thinking better of it, she clamped it shut. *It will just add fuel to the fire. Darn him, he can be so nice one minute, then stab you in the back the next. I hate him! Wait a minute, I loathe him.* She shook her head in frustration, *Ooh, no, for crying out loud, I like him, but just a little bit,* was all Stephanie would admit to herself. "Goodnight Jericho," she replied coolly. Some time later, Stephanie woke with a start, "For crying out loud Jericho, you sure are hairy," she muttered, kicking at him. Stephanie cracked open on eye, "Quit howling Jericho, you sound like an animal," she scolded irritably. Opening her other eye, Steph's breath hitched as she found herself staring into a pair of glittering, black eyes.
A hand clapped over her mouth, "Don't move, don't even breath," a voice whispered urgently in her ear.
How hairy is Jericho?!
Will anything be left of Y2J's hockey shirt by the time this story is over?
Stay tuned, don't click that button...