**Disclaimer- you got it, I still don't own anything. I'll end up owning
his sister, but other than that..eh, I don't own nothing! (Damn Vince...)
not really
**A/N: Has anyone bought the new Fozzy CD yet? If you haven't- what the F*** are you waiting for? It's awesome! No, It's bitchin! This one totally blows the 1st one away! I love it, you guys gotta check it out!
** 8 years later **
Chris walked down the ramp to the ring. He was smiling. Something he'd gotten back into the habit of doing again lately. He got into the ring, and kind of mocked Hulk Hogan by putting his hand over his heart and then pointing to the sky. That was his small everyday tribute to his sister. No one knew why he did that. When they asked, he would simply shrug, and say, 'I don't know, I just do.' No one believed him. Chris had rarely gone on any dates. Something every now and then, nothing serious. The problem with dating was, every time he was about to sleep with them, his sister's face appeared. He would jump off of where ever he was sitting/standing like he had seen a ghost. (Haha, he had!) After that, he would mumble something about needing to go somewhere.
Every year, at Christmas, Easter, Mother's Day, and her birthday, Chris would visit her grave, and put new flowers on it. Although, she was never going to be a mother, she had always acted like one to him. Chris then started to pace around the ring, waiting for his opponent HHH's music hit, and Trips walked out. He had a microphone in one hand, and a black piece of paper in the other.
"Whoa, Chris, I'm not here to fight you, somebody in the back, I think it was one of the stage crew, told me to give this to you." Trips said, getting in the ring. Chris grabbed a mike, and then grabbed the black envelope. He opened it and read it to himself.
Chris Guess what? I'm back!! I'm not the man who gave you this letter, but I'm someone you know! Watch the video clip now Chris, and your back!
XOXO Sinister One (mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt)
Chris blinked. What the f*** is up with that code? He knew it sounded so familiar. Although this one was different, he swore that the design in it looked familiar. Something he'd seen before. Chris was interrupted in his thoughts by a video coming on the titan tron.
Chris smiled a little when he recognized it as the tape from Christmas of 9 years ago. He and Lisa were opening presents.
"I got another sweater!" Lisa moaned. Chris looked at her, and then he started to laugh.
"I got one too, sis. I guess we should add it to the collection." The tape then moved to a pile of sweaters and empty boxes. Then it kind of skipped ahead to where he gave her to dress. Then it skipped ahead to when she gave Chris a watch. Chris absentmindedly felt the watch around his wrist. He also noticed out of the corner of his eye that HHH was still in the ring. He was also watching the video with great interest.
After that, it skipped ahead to a part that Chris had never seen before. It looked like Lisa was in a wrestling match. He wiped away a tear that was forming in his eye. He shook his head in disbelief.
"So that was the surprise." He said softly. It then showed her winning the match. Then the tape skipped ahead yet again. It showed Lisa close up. Although, she looked not near as happy as she had been before. She was sitting in the locker room in which she had died. Chris blinked. This was the same arena, not to mention the same date that she had been killed just a little over 8 years ago. Chris kept looking at Lisa; there was something that just wasn't quite right. She didn't look the same. He continued to watch.
"Hey Chris!" a gruff voice from behind the camera said. "I hear that this is your sister!" A gloved hand reached out from behind the camera and stroked her face. She was unconscious it looked like. Then the hand hit her. Chris flinched as if he'd felt that strike. Chris could feel his blood almost boiling. He was becoming more and more pissed off by the second.
"Your sister is very pretty," It said. "Maybe I should date her." Chris's whole body went tense. Then the man set the camera on the ground and Lisa's screams could be heard in the background. A drop of blood landed on the lens. Lisa's body fell to the ground. Her face was right in front of the camera.
"See you in hell, Chris." He said, before the screen went blank.
**A/N: Has anyone bought the new Fozzy CD yet? If you haven't- what the F*** are you waiting for? It's awesome! No, It's bitchin! This one totally blows the 1st one away! I love it, you guys gotta check it out!
** 8 years later **
Chris walked down the ramp to the ring. He was smiling. Something he'd gotten back into the habit of doing again lately. He got into the ring, and kind of mocked Hulk Hogan by putting his hand over his heart and then pointing to the sky. That was his small everyday tribute to his sister. No one knew why he did that. When they asked, he would simply shrug, and say, 'I don't know, I just do.' No one believed him. Chris had rarely gone on any dates. Something every now and then, nothing serious. The problem with dating was, every time he was about to sleep with them, his sister's face appeared. He would jump off of where ever he was sitting/standing like he had seen a ghost. (Haha, he had!) After that, he would mumble something about needing to go somewhere.
Every year, at Christmas, Easter, Mother's Day, and her birthday, Chris would visit her grave, and put new flowers on it. Although, she was never going to be a mother, she had always acted like one to him. Chris then started to pace around the ring, waiting for his opponent HHH's music hit, and Trips walked out. He had a microphone in one hand, and a black piece of paper in the other.
"Whoa, Chris, I'm not here to fight you, somebody in the back, I think it was one of the stage crew, told me to give this to you." Trips said, getting in the ring. Chris grabbed a mike, and then grabbed the black envelope. He opened it and read it to himself.
Chris Guess what? I'm back!! I'm not the man who gave you this letter, but I'm someone you know! Watch the video clip now Chris, and your back!
XOXO Sinister One (mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt)
Chris blinked. What the f*** is up with that code? He knew it sounded so familiar. Although this one was different, he swore that the design in it looked familiar. Something he'd seen before. Chris was interrupted in his thoughts by a video coming on the titan tron.
Chris smiled a little when he recognized it as the tape from Christmas of 9 years ago. He and Lisa were opening presents.
"I got another sweater!" Lisa moaned. Chris looked at her, and then he started to laugh.
"I got one too, sis. I guess we should add it to the collection." The tape then moved to a pile of sweaters and empty boxes. Then it kind of skipped ahead to where he gave her to dress. Then it skipped ahead to when she gave Chris a watch. Chris absentmindedly felt the watch around his wrist. He also noticed out of the corner of his eye that HHH was still in the ring. He was also watching the video with great interest.
After that, it skipped ahead to a part that Chris had never seen before. It looked like Lisa was in a wrestling match. He wiped away a tear that was forming in his eye. He shook his head in disbelief.
"So that was the surprise." He said softly. It then showed her winning the match. Then the tape skipped ahead yet again. It showed Lisa close up. Although, she looked not near as happy as she had been before. She was sitting in the locker room in which she had died. Chris blinked. This was the same arena, not to mention the same date that she had been killed just a little over 8 years ago. Chris kept looking at Lisa; there was something that just wasn't quite right. She didn't look the same. He continued to watch.
"Hey Chris!" a gruff voice from behind the camera said. "I hear that this is your sister!" A gloved hand reached out from behind the camera and stroked her face. She was unconscious it looked like. Then the hand hit her. Chris flinched as if he'd felt that strike. Chris could feel his blood almost boiling. He was becoming more and more pissed off by the second.
"Your sister is very pretty," It said. "Maybe I should date her." Chris's whole body went tense. Then the man set the camera on the ground and Lisa's screams could be heard in the background. A drop of blood landed on the lens. Lisa's body fell to the ground. Her face was right in front of the camera.
"See you in hell, Chris." He said, before the screen went blank.