Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWF and it's wrestlers. Too bad it's not me. :)
The song, "Kokomo," is by The Beach Boys and is not mine.
Thanks everyone for your reviews. They are always appreciated!
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 14: Kokomo
"Off the Florida Keys,
There's a place called Kokomo.
That's were you want to go to get away from it all."
One week later:
"I can't believe you actually asked my father's permission for my hand in marriage, that was so sweet of you. Daddy himself was shocked that you, of all people, would ask his permission."
Chris gave her a look.
"Oh you know what I mean," Stephanie answered, looping her arm through Chris's. They turned to meet Amy and Matt, as they made their way up to the altar. Stephanie gave Amy a hug, "This is so exciting!"
"The feeling's mutual," Amy said, giving Steph a reluctant hug.
"Don't worry, I'm past the contagious stage, Daddy told me so."
"Yeah, but I'm not," Chris muttered in her ear.
Stephanie jabbed him lightly in the stomach, "Yes, but they don't know that - and as long as you don't touch them, they should be fine."
Changing the subject, Stephanie turned back to Amy, "Where is the pastor at? I thought it was his job to be here before us," Steph complained.
"Trying to find a restroom area not heavily populated by guests," Chris responded wryly.
"There's Paul, I'll be right back," Steph announced. Picking up the folds of her creamy white dress, she hurried off.
"That was cool man, what you did - the way you proposed to Amy," Chris explained. "I only wish I could have been there to see it. I heard Adam helped you with setting it all up."
"Who told you? Did Amy tell you?" Matt asked anxiously, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh yeah," Jericho replied grinning. "Amy's ecstatic about the way you proposed to her man. She thought it was totally romantic and sweet of you."
Matt grinned, "I'm glad."
"I'm a bit surprised you were okay with Amy taking on the role of engineer for our little 'excursion though.'"
"Well, I'll admit, it took some persuading. So, when I found out that the train had crashed, I was ready to kill Vince, even more so Paul, even though he is one of my best friends."
"What! Paul was involved in this? What did Paul have to do with this?"
"Whoa, one question at a time," Matt said with an uneasy laugh. "It was Paul's idea actually. He knew how much you and Steph
were in love with each other. So, after his injury, on his comeback, he proposed the idea to Vince - behind closed doors of course."
Stunned, Chris slowly closed his slack jaw, "Apparently, that is what Paul is telling Steph now," Chris commented, as he watched Steph pick her own jaw up off the ground. Matt watched, interested as Steph wrapped her arms around Triple H's neck.
"Oh Paul, that was so sweet of you! I'm so glad that you pitched your idea to Daddy, otherwise none of this would have ever happened."
"I'm just as thankful hon, otherwise I wouldn't have met Mariah," he said happily, putting an arm around Mariah's shoulder.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Steph saw the pastor rush back towards the podium. "Thanks so much Paul." She couldn't help but think as she hurried towards the alter, that Chris was right, *Daddy never comes up with a plan all by himself. *
Side - by - side, the two couples faced the minister.
"If you will please turn and face each other," he requested.
"Do you Christopher Jericho.." Jericho glared at him. "Oh that's right, you requested I use your real name," the priest replied sarcastically.
*He would have to be one of Vance's friends too. He must work for dirt cheap since Daddy Warbucks hired him. The wise acre minister,* Chris thought in irritation.*
"Take Stephanie McMahon to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Chris responded, sliding the ring on her finger.
Shane, who stood off to the side as best man, couldn't believe it. *I never thought I would see my little sister getting married - to Chris Jericho - Irvine,* he thought with a grin.
"Do you, Stephanie McMahon, take Christopher Irvine to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do." In turn, she attempted to jam the ring onto his finger?!
"What are you trying to do, break it?" Chris hissed.
"The ring or the finger?" Steph asked irritably.
"Uh oh, they're at it again. Fork it over buster," Andrew said smugly. Scowling, Shane reluctantly handed him $30 bucks.
"I think your hand is a bit swollen from the Poison Ivy," Stephanie whispered nervously.
"Okay fine, just leave it on my first finger, I'll fix it later."
The pastor just stared at them quizically, *Whew, one couple down, only one more to go.*
"See, I knew it! Didn't I tell ya Chris had Poison Ivy! Now we can all get it!"
"Calm down Matt, as long as we don't hug him or something, we'll be fine."
"A-hem, are you through?" the minister asked.
"Oh, um sorry. Yes sir, we are quite finished," Matt answered.
"Oh no you're not, I will marry the both of you today if it's the last thing I do!" he responded with dogged determination.
Amy blinked while Matt swallowed hard. "Well, that is the idea," Matt stated.
Frowning at the couple, he asked them the same speech as he had asked of Stephanie and Chris. "Now you may both kiss your blushing brides," the pastor announced.
"Finally!" Matt and Chris muttered simultaniously.
The happily wedded wives pulled up their white gowns and raced to the treehouse to change while the happily wedded husbands had to change out of their traditional black tuxedos behind some bushes, beyond the treehouse.
Amy giggled as they helped each other change, "We get to change up here, while they have to change behind some bushes."
"True, but the guys do have the better vantage point," Stephanie advised. Amy frowned.
"Darn, the women get to change in the treehouse, while we're stuck down here, behind some bushes," Chris complained.
"True, but we have the better view," Matt pointed out, grinning devilishly. Slowly, they turned their heads upward.
"Ah ha! Caught ya! You were right Steph."
"Mm hmm." Stephanie smiled knowingly as she walked towards the group. For Jericho, the sky could have fallen and he wouldn't have noticed. *Behold, the vision of loveliness before me!*
Dressed in a baby blue halter top with matching bottoms, an ivory sarong clung to her slender waist.
"Steph, you're beautiful," Chris stated barely above a whisper, as he caught her hands. Stephanie blushed, "Thank you."
Matt wrapped an arm around Amy's tanned waist, "We'd better go."
"Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand.
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band."
Amy, Matt, Stephanie and Chris joined the many couples dancing along the water's edge.
"I think it was so romantic of you to come up with the idea of having the wedding on the island," Steph commended, looping her arms around Chris's neck.
"Well, I had to check with Mariah first, but I think it seemed most fitting. After all, this place was pretty much the beginning of our relationship."
Stephanie nodded her agreement, albeit somewhat distractedly.
"I think we really should go thank Spike for loaning us his boom box for the reception," Stephanie stated firmly as she danced with Jericho in the firelight.
"After I have the first dance with you," he growled. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her tightly against him, causing her to let out a squeal.
"Chris, people are staring," Steph exclaimed uncomfortably.
"So, let them stare, I haven't been alone with you all week. And tonight, I really get to have you all to myself." He grinned rakishly down into her pink face.
"Not tonight, people will hear."
Chris sighed and looked heavenward. "Alright then, in two days, then I'll have you all to myself, sort of."
The smile fell off her face, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, that reminds me, I should probably go thank Andrew for loaning us that great selection of Beach Boys music."
Grabbing the waistband of his beach shorts, Stephanie replied, "Uh, uh, uh, you're not getting off that easy. What have you been planning?"
"Well, for our honeymoon, I purchased a sailboat, with all the options, for our two week getaway."
"Oh Chris, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. Stretching up on her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"But Spike and Nidia are coming along too," he blurted out in a rush. She dropped her arms from around his neck, "What! We can't - you know, if they are there!"
"I wouldn't worry about that, there are two cabins on the boat - and I made sure they are sound - proofed," Jericho finished with a grin. Steph started to smile, but then it turned to a frown, as another thought occurred to her.
"Wait a minute, you don't know how to sail, do you?" Steph asked Chris, perplexed. "Chris," she scolded, "they aren't even dating!"
"Actually.." but Steph wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. "It would be uncomfortable for me and I would imagine them as well since.."
"I would be making my love for you complete," Chris answered seriously. Her jaw dropped, touched and thrilled by his words, but unsure of what to say.
"Angel, I have it covered. No, I don't know how to sail, but Spike does. I was hoping the four of us could sail the boat together and Nidia and Spike are getting married tomorrow, which is why our honeymoon isn't officially starting until the day after.
"What! Wow! When did all this happen, how come I didn't know about this?"
"No offense hon, you may be the owner of ECW, but you've never really asked your employees how they were doing, and you seemed to take very little interest in their personal lives as well.
Chris was afraid he had hurt her feelings as he looked into her sad eyes, "No, you're right. Well, things are going to change now," Steph said firmly. "And learning how to sail sounds like fun," she added shyly.
"That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high."
"I had a dream about you the night you were injured," Steph said seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck once more.
"Oh really," Chris responded, raising an eyebrow. *Now this should be interesting,* he thought with a grin.
"Actually, it was quite similar to now, except.." She placed his hands on her hips, "Your hands were here." Steph replied matter - of - factly.
"I think I can take it from here," Chris said, running his hands up her sides and up her bare back, his hands finally stopping at her neck.
"So, in your dream, what did I do next?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Well, you pulled me close."
"Like this," Chris said, his well muscled arms circling her waist, jerking her to him.
"Yes, precisely like that," Stephanie replied with a smile. "Then," she took Jericho's arms from around her waist and then taking his hands in her own, began tracing the lines on his palms.
"You're killing me here Steph," Jericho groaned.
Without looking up, she whispered, "I know." Her wicked grin did not go unnoticed by Chris.
"You took my face in your hands," she continued, placing Chris's hands on her cheeks.
"I think I can take it from here," he said with a smile, as his lips claimed hers.
"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take you, to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama. Key Largo, Montego, ooh, I wanna take you to down to Kokomo. We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow. That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo."
Will Vince finally get the control that he wants in the form of his now son - in - law Jericho?
Will Vince become a Grandfather sooner than we think, at the rate Stephanie and Chris are going? LoL
Do you think I'm going to write a sequel to this story? :) LoL!
The song, "Kokomo," is by The Beach Boys and is not mine.
Thanks everyone for your reviews. They are always appreciated!
If you would like to borrow this story, please ask me first, thanks.
Chapter 14: Kokomo
"Off the Florida Keys,
There's a place called Kokomo.
That's were you want to go to get away from it all."
One week later:
"I can't believe you actually asked my father's permission for my hand in marriage, that was so sweet of you. Daddy himself was shocked that you, of all people, would ask his permission."
Chris gave her a look.
"Oh you know what I mean," Stephanie answered, looping her arm through Chris's. They turned to meet Amy and Matt, as they made their way up to the altar. Stephanie gave Amy a hug, "This is so exciting!"
"The feeling's mutual," Amy said, giving Steph a reluctant hug.
"Don't worry, I'm past the contagious stage, Daddy told me so."
"Yeah, but I'm not," Chris muttered in her ear.
Stephanie jabbed him lightly in the stomach, "Yes, but they don't know that - and as long as you don't touch them, they should be fine."
Changing the subject, Stephanie turned back to Amy, "Where is the pastor at? I thought it was his job to be here before us," Steph complained.
"Trying to find a restroom area not heavily populated by guests," Chris responded wryly.
"There's Paul, I'll be right back," Steph announced. Picking up the folds of her creamy white dress, she hurried off.
"That was cool man, what you did - the way you proposed to Amy," Chris explained. "I only wish I could have been there to see it. I heard Adam helped you with setting it all up."
"Who told you? Did Amy tell you?" Matt asked anxiously, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh yeah," Jericho replied grinning. "Amy's ecstatic about the way you proposed to her man. She thought it was totally romantic and sweet of you."
Matt grinned, "I'm glad."
"I'm a bit surprised you were okay with Amy taking on the role of engineer for our little 'excursion though.'"
"Well, I'll admit, it took some persuading. So, when I found out that the train had crashed, I was ready to kill Vince, even more so Paul, even though he is one of my best friends."
"What! Paul was involved in this? What did Paul have to do with this?"
"Whoa, one question at a time," Matt said with an uneasy laugh. "It was Paul's idea actually. He knew how much you and Steph
were in love with each other. So, after his injury, on his comeback, he proposed the idea to Vince - behind closed doors of course."
Stunned, Chris slowly closed his slack jaw, "Apparently, that is what Paul is telling Steph now," Chris commented, as he watched Steph pick her own jaw up off the ground. Matt watched, interested as Steph wrapped her arms around Triple H's neck.
"Oh Paul, that was so sweet of you! I'm so glad that you pitched your idea to Daddy, otherwise none of this would have ever happened."
"I'm just as thankful hon, otherwise I wouldn't have met Mariah," he said happily, putting an arm around Mariah's shoulder.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Steph saw the pastor rush back towards the podium. "Thanks so much Paul." She couldn't help but think as she hurried towards the alter, that Chris was right, *Daddy never comes up with a plan all by himself. *
Side - by - side, the two couples faced the minister.
"If you will please turn and face each other," he requested.
"Do you Christopher Jericho.." Jericho glared at him. "Oh that's right, you requested I use your real name," the priest replied sarcastically.
*He would have to be one of Vance's friends too. He must work for dirt cheap since Daddy Warbucks hired him. The wise acre minister,* Chris thought in irritation.*
"Take Stephanie McMahon to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," Chris responded, sliding the ring on her finger.
Shane, who stood off to the side as best man, couldn't believe it. *I never thought I would see my little sister getting married - to Chris Jericho - Irvine,* he thought with a grin.
"Do you, Stephanie McMahon, take Christopher Irvine to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do." In turn, she attempted to jam the ring onto his finger?!
"What are you trying to do, break it?" Chris hissed.
"The ring or the finger?" Steph asked irritably.
"Uh oh, they're at it again. Fork it over buster," Andrew said smugly. Scowling, Shane reluctantly handed him $30 bucks.
"I think your hand is a bit swollen from the Poison Ivy," Stephanie whispered nervously.
"Okay fine, just leave it on my first finger, I'll fix it later."
The pastor just stared at them quizically, *Whew, one couple down, only one more to go.*
"See, I knew it! Didn't I tell ya Chris had Poison Ivy! Now we can all get it!"
"Calm down Matt, as long as we don't hug him or something, we'll be fine."
"A-hem, are you through?" the minister asked.
"Oh, um sorry. Yes sir, we are quite finished," Matt answered.
"Oh no you're not, I will marry the both of you today if it's the last thing I do!" he responded with dogged determination.
Amy blinked while Matt swallowed hard. "Well, that is the idea," Matt stated.
Frowning at the couple, he asked them the same speech as he had asked of Stephanie and Chris. "Now you may both kiss your blushing brides," the pastor announced.
"Finally!" Matt and Chris muttered simultaniously.
The happily wedded wives pulled up their white gowns and raced to the treehouse to change while the happily wedded husbands had to change out of their traditional black tuxedos behind some bushes, beyond the treehouse.
Amy giggled as they helped each other change, "We get to change up here, while they have to change behind some bushes."
"True, but the guys do have the better vantage point," Stephanie advised. Amy frowned.
"Darn, the women get to change in the treehouse, while we're stuck down here, behind some bushes," Chris complained.
"True, but we have the better view," Matt pointed out, grinning devilishly. Slowly, they turned their heads upward.
"Ah ha! Caught ya! You were right Steph."
"Mm hmm." Stephanie smiled knowingly as she walked towards the group. For Jericho, the sky could have fallen and he wouldn't have noticed. *Behold, the vision of loveliness before me!*
Dressed in a baby blue halter top with matching bottoms, an ivory sarong clung to her slender waist.
"Steph, you're beautiful," Chris stated barely above a whisper, as he caught her hands. Stephanie blushed, "Thank you."
Matt wrapped an arm around Amy's tanned waist, "We'd better go."
"Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand.
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band."
Amy, Matt, Stephanie and Chris joined the many couples dancing along the water's edge.
"I think it was so romantic of you to come up with the idea of having the wedding on the island," Steph commended, looping her arms around Chris's neck.
"Well, I had to check with Mariah first, but I think it seemed most fitting. After all, this place was pretty much the beginning of our relationship."
Stephanie nodded her agreement, albeit somewhat distractedly.
"I think we really should go thank Spike for loaning us his boom box for the reception," Stephanie stated firmly as she danced with Jericho in the firelight.
"After I have the first dance with you," he growled. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her tightly against him, causing her to let out a squeal.
"Chris, people are staring," Steph exclaimed uncomfortably.
"So, let them stare, I haven't been alone with you all week. And tonight, I really get to have you all to myself." He grinned rakishly down into her pink face.
"Not tonight, people will hear."
Chris sighed and looked heavenward. "Alright then, in two days, then I'll have you all to myself, sort of."
The smile fell off her face, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, that reminds me, I should probably go thank Andrew for loaning us that great selection of Beach Boys music."
Grabbing the waistband of his beach shorts, Stephanie replied, "Uh, uh, uh, you're not getting off that easy. What have you been planning?"
"Well, for our honeymoon, I purchased a sailboat, with all the options, for our two week getaway."
"Oh Chris, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. Stretching up on her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"But Spike and Nidia are coming along too," he blurted out in a rush. She dropped her arms from around his neck, "What! We can't - you know, if they are there!"
"I wouldn't worry about that, there are two cabins on the boat - and I made sure they are sound - proofed," Jericho finished with a grin. Steph started to smile, but then it turned to a frown, as another thought occurred to her.
"Wait a minute, you don't know how to sail, do you?" Steph asked Chris, perplexed. "Chris," she scolded, "they aren't even dating!"
"Actually.." but Steph wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. "It would be uncomfortable for me and I would imagine them as well since.."
"I would be making my love for you complete," Chris answered seriously. Her jaw dropped, touched and thrilled by his words, but unsure of what to say.
"Angel, I have it covered. No, I don't know how to sail, but Spike does. I was hoping the four of us could sail the boat together and Nidia and Spike are getting married tomorrow, which is why our honeymoon isn't officially starting until the day after.
"What! Wow! When did all this happen, how come I didn't know about this?"
"No offense hon, you may be the owner of ECW, but you've never really asked your employees how they were doing, and you seemed to take very little interest in their personal lives as well.
Chris was afraid he had hurt her feelings as he looked into her sad eyes, "No, you're right. Well, things are going to change now," Steph said firmly. "And learning how to sail sounds like fun," she added shyly.
"That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high."
"I had a dream about you the night you were injured," Steph said seductively, wrapping her arms around his neck once more.
"Oh really," Chris responded, raising an eyebrow. *Now this should be interesting,* he thought with a grin.
"Actually, it was quite similar to now, except.." She placed his hands on her hips, "Your hands were here." Steph replied matter - of - factly.
"I think I can take it from here," Chris said, running his hands up her sides and up her bare back, his hands finally stopping at her neck.
"So, in your dream, what did I do next?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Well, you pulled me close."
"Like this," Chris said, his well muscled arms circling her waist, jerking her to him.
"Yes, precisely like that," Stephanie replied with a smile. "Then," she took Jericho's arms from around her waist and then taking his hands in her own, began tracing the lines on his palms.
"You're killing me here Steph," Jericho groaned.
Without looking up, she whispered, "I know." Her wicked grin did not go unnoticed by Chris.
"You took my face in your hands," she continued, placing Chris's hands on her cheeks.
"I think I can take it from here," he said with a smile, as his lips claimed hers.
"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take you, to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama. Key Largo, Montego, ooh, I wanna take you to down to Kokomo. We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow. That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo."
Will Vince finally get the control that he wants in the form of his now son - in - law Jericho?
Will Vince become a Grandfather sooner than we think, at the rate Stephanie and Chris are going? LoL
Do you think I'm going to write a sequel to this story? :) LoL!