Hiya everyone I hope you have enjoyed it so far plenty more to come! R and
R please! A joint fiction wrote by myself, Kezay and Kane x Lita4eva!
Kane x Lita 4eva: Yeah go us! Enjoy! I've written this chapter seen as
though Kezay's not here. (0_o) But the rest is a joint effort!
Stratusfaction blared over the arena, Trish felt the adrenaline pump through her veins she quickly looked behind and saw Kane smiling. He gave her thumbs up; she returned the gesture and smile then hurried through the curtains. She stomped out and raised her glitter silver cowboy hat in the air. Male audience members wolf whistled at the ring attire that was clinging to her skin, blue hot pants and a blue crop top with a zip in- between her breast obviously caught their attention. Her long black Stratusfaction coat blew behind her as she ran to Jazz who had jumped out of the ring to attack her.
Jazz and Trish were both after the number one contender spot for the women's championship, which was currently held by Jacqueline. Trish knew in the back Kane would be watching her as she threw some hard right elbow shots to Jazz's face. Or was he? What happens if he was to busy making out with Terri to even pay attention to her. That's it! Trish is going to lose Kane's friendship which she treasure's dearly to her heart because of Terri Runnels! She stopped dead after Jazz fell to the floor, the countdown had already finished and Jericho was running to the ring to attack his rival Jeff Hardy. Jericho stumbled to his feet after Jeff had pulled a neck breaker off on him. He glanced over at a shell shocked Trish who kind of stood un moving while Jazz got back up. (Why isn't she attacking her!?) Jericho shook his head and continued to beat Jeff to a pulp. He played possum on the floor and heard Jeff feebly yell
"Swanton!" Jericho smirked; he raised his knees as Jeff connected with them. He jumped up and pulled the lion Sault off perfectly. He covered Jeff and the match was over as quickly as it had started. He pulled him self up using the ropes but he hadn't noticed Jazz brutally smashing the steel steps off Trish's head. He knew that it wasn't in the script and Jazz was probably trying to make the end of the match look scripted seen as though Jeff was suppose to kick out. So Jericho decided that it was a good idea and clambered out the ring to get a chair so he could hit Jazz smack bam on the head. He walked over but to his dismay it was a sight he didn't want to see. Blood. Trish was bleeding, obviously it wasn't fake, or scripted, and she must really of cracked a cut into Trish's head! Jericho ran over and hit Jazz with the chair at an even greater force than he had planned. He dropped the chair and scoped up Trish in his strong, tanned arms. He struggled to get to the back, he silently cursed as he looked frantically for some Emt's. He kicked a door open.
"You! Are you an Emt?" Jericho panted as he tried to catch his short, raspy breaths. The man with a tag named 'Jon' Ran over and took Trish off him
"Yes I am. What happened?" He placed Trish down onto the long, thin stretcher like bed and calmly walked over to the cooler.
"Just a pretty bad cut that wasn't meant to happen. Knocked her clean out, I'm worried it might be serious... you know like a concussion"
Jericho folded his arms as Jon cleaned the cut with some antiseptics and then dried it. He placed the ice bag on her forehead. "Excuse me Chris would you hold this while I grab the stitching kit." Jericho un-folded his arms and held the bag in place. He stroked her hair, as she lay there unaware of what was going on. His eyes wandered her body, the glistening beads of water splashed on her neck that were now dripping from the ice pack were sliding down onto her top. He followed one; it went straight down in a line onto her breasts he gasped as he saw that the zip on her top was almost fully open, reviling both breasts. He gingerly took the zip in his hand, shaking he pulled it back up as Jon arrived back with the kit.
"Thanks. She'll be fine, she won't need hospital treatment and no there isn't a concussion, if there were she wouldn't be unconscious she'd be awake feeling delusional, sick and dizzy. Once this is stitched you can take her to the girls locker room if you would"
"Yeah I will"
He shut the door behind him, he carried her slowly to a place were he knew she'd be safer, and out of her way. (I'm sorry Trish, sorry I never paid attention to you during that match, and I wonder how long she was hammering into your skull for.. God I'm sorry) He shook his blonde locks from side to side as he stopped outside the door.
Terri pulled at the belts on Kane's outfit; the two of them couldn't help but laugh in the middle of kissing. They laughed in each other's mouths still trying to get each other out of clothes. A knock at the door interrupted them, Terri frowned but smiled when she felt Kane un-clipping her bra.
"Should I? Or do you want me to continue here..."
"Kane, I think you know what I want you to do"
"Okay" He started to get up but Terri opened her mouth in and grabbed his wrist, she yanked and he fell on top of her.
"You stay here like this on top of me, moving around"
"Maybe I don't wanna"
"Kane!"
"Alright, Alright I was only pulling ya leg anyway." She grabbed the back of his head and placed their mouths together. Terri slid her tongue into his mouth and groaned as he touched her in her intimate place. While Jericho had left an unconscious Trish outside his door. Hoping Kane would answer not knowing he was entertaining Terri.
Stratusfaction blared over the arena, Trish felt the adrenaline pump through her veins she quickly looked behind and saw Kane smiling. He gave her thumbs up; she returned the gesture and smile then hurried through the curtains. She stomped out and raised her glitter silver cowboy hat in the air. Male audience members wolf whistled at the ring attire that was clinging to her skin, blue hot pants and a blue crop top with a zip in- between her breast obviously caught their attention. Her long black Stratusfaction coat blew behind her as she ran to Jazz who had jumped out of the ring to attack her.
Jazz and Trish were both after the number one contender spot for the women's championship, which was currently held by Jacqueline. Trish knew in the back Kane would be watching her as she threw some hard right elbow shots to Jazz's face. Or was he? What happens if he was to busy making out with Terri to even pay attention to her. That's it! Trish is going to lose Kane's friendship which she treasure's dearly to her heart because of Terri Runnels! She stopped dead after Jazz fell to the floor, the countdown had already finished and Jericho was running to the ring to attack his rival Jeff Hardy. Jericho stumbled to his feet after Jeff had pulled a neck breaker off on him. He glanced over at a shell shocked Trish who kind of stood un moving while Jazz got back up. (Why isn't she attacking her!?) Jericho shook his head and continued to beat Jeff to a pulp. He played possum on the floor and heard Jeff feebly yell
"Swanton!" Jericho smirked; he raised his knees as Jeff connected with them. He jumped up and pulled the lion Sault off perfectly. He covered Jeff and the match was over as quickly as it had started. He pulled him self up using the ropes but he hadn't noticed Jazz brutally smashing the steel steps off Trish's head. He knew that it wasn't in the script and Jazz was probably trying to make the end of the match look scripted seen as though Jeff was suppose to kick out. So Jericho decided that it was a good idea and clambered out the ring to get a chair so he could hit Jazz smack bam on the head. He walked over but to his dismay it was a sight he didn't want to see. Blood. Trish was bleeding, obviously it wasn't fake, or scripted, and she must really of cracked a cut into Trish's head! Jericho ran over and hit Jazz with the chair at an even greater force than he had planned. He dropped the chair and scoped up Trish in his strong, tanned arms. He struggled to get to the back, he silently cursed as he looked frantically for some Emt's. He kicked a door open.
"You! Are you an Emt?" Jericho panted as he tried to catch his short, raspy breaths. The man with a tag named 'Jon' Ran over and took Trish off him
"Yes I am. What happened?" He placed Trish down onto the long, thin stretcher like bed and calmly walked over to the cooler.
"Just a pretty bad cut that wasn't meant to happen. Knocked her clean out, I'm worried it might be serious... you know like a concussion"
Jericho folded his arms as Jon cleaned the cut with some antiseptics and then dried it. He placed the ice bag on her forehead. "Excuse me Chris would you hold this while I grab the stitching kit." Jericho un-folded his arms and held the bag in place. He stroked her hair, as she lay there unaware of what was going on. His eyes wandered her body, the glistening beads of water splashed on her neck that were now dripping from the ice pack were sliding down onto her top. He followed one; it went straight down in a line onto her breasts he gasped as he saw that the zip on her top was almost fully open, reviling both breasts. He gingerly took the zip in his hand, shaking he pulled it back up as Jon arrived back with the kit.
"Thanks. She'll be fine, she won't need hospital treatment and no there isn't a concussion, if there were she wouldn't be unconscious she'd be awake feeling delusional, sick and dizzy. Once this is stitched you can take her to the girls locker room if you would"
"Yeah I will"
He shut the door behind him, he carried her slowly to a place were he knew she'd be safer, and out of her way. (I'm sorry Trish, sorry I never paid attention to you during that match, and I wonder how long she was hammering into your skull for.. God I'm sorry) He shook his blonde locks from side to side as he stopped outside the door.
Terri pulled at the belts on Kane's outfit; the two of them couldn't help but laugh in the middle of kissing. They laughed in each other's mouths still trying to get each other out of clothes. A knock at the door interrupted them, Terri frowned but smiled when she felt Kane un-clipping her bra.
"Should I? Or do you want me to continue here..."
"Kane, I think you know what I want you to do"
"Okay" He started to get up but Terri opened her mouth in and grabbed his wrist, she yanked and he fell on top of her.
"You stay here like this on top of me, moving around"
"Maybe I don't wanna"
"Kane!"
"Alright, Alright I was only pulling ya leg anyway." She grabbed the back of his head and placed their mouths together. Terri slid her tongue into his mouth and groaned as he touched her in her intimate place. While Jericho had left an unconscious Trish outside his door. Hoping Kane would answer not knowing he was entertaining Terri.