'Mr Jericho,' the receptionist at Titan Towers greeted with a smile. 'It's nice-'
'Yeah, yeah,' Jericho interrupted hurriedly. 'Where can I get a copy of last week's SmackDown?'
The receptionist looked a little taken aback, and she quickly lost her smile. 'Uh, I think you'll have to ask productions for that.'
'Fine. Where is productions?'
'The main office is on the fifth floor,' she informed him. 'But-'
Jericho finally grinned at her. 'Thanks, sweetheart.'
He strutted towards the elevators, and was impressed when he didn't have to wait for one. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor, and as he ascended he thought about all the trouble he was going through for a piece of information.
Information that could help him retain the Undisputed Championship.
It didn't take long to reach the desired floor, and as he strode into the spacious office he was greeted by another reception area. He walked towards the receptionist, a young guy who looked like he was still in high school.
'Mr Jericho-' the guy started.
'Who do I see to get a copy of last week's SmackDown?' Jericho interrupted brusquely, glaring at the kid. He was in no mood for idle chit-chat with awestruck fans.
The kid lazily raised an eyebrow. 'That would be me.'
'Good. I need a copy, and I need it now,' he ordered.
'Would you like a copy for yourself, or would you just like to view something in particular?' the kid asked, staring back at him with a sneer on his face.
Jericho wanted nothing more than the punch the little disrespectful bastard's face. Yeah, that would get rid of that self-important smirk on his stupid face. 'You like this job, jerky?' he asked threateningly. 'Cause if it's too much for you, I'm sure I can arrange for Vince McMahon to fire your ass.'
The kid lost his smile, and he scowled. 'Give me a couple of minutes.'
Jericho grinned with satisfaction. Oh yeah, power had its perks.