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**A/N: Sorry about the piss poor slow updates. As a fair warning, school for me starts on the 15th, which is Thursday. After that Updates can be far few and in between. Or, they can be everyday, it depends.
**A/N2: This chapter could be a little strange, but work with me here. It's not too terribly long, so there could possibly be 2 chapters uploaded today. Okay, now I'm going to shut up so you all can read the story.
Chris could feel his blood boil. His face was no longer smiling and happy. Instead, it was twisted into an expression that pretty much said, "I'm pissed right now, so don't screw with me." Chris couldn't remove his eyes from the screen. It only showed him and HHH now, but he still couldn't tear himself from it.
"King, what was that?" J.R. said uncertainly.
"I dunno, but what ever it was, Jericho doesn't seem too happy about it." King said.
After about 30 seconds, Chris finally blinked and looked away. The crowd was looking at him with expecting eyes. Even Hunter looked concerned. Chris kind of lowered his head, as if the mat would give him the answer he needed to give. Chris looked up again; this time at Hunter. Hunter could feel and see that Chris was in some sort of pain that was unexplainable. Chris took a breath, and he noticed that all of the superstars had gathered on the stage.
"The girl in the video was my sister." Chris admitted.
"Was?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah, was. She was killed 8 years ago. On this day; In this arena." Chris said. Hunter didn't have too much to say about that. Neither did the other superstars. The crowd was unusually quiet too. Chris went on.
"She was pretty much murdered before my eyes. I was coming fresh off of an injury in ECW. The next day, I went to WCW to get a contract set up, since Paul jack-ass Heyman decided to fire me for getting injured again." Chris said. His voice was slowly beginning to crack. "I think that you know why I make that hand symbol thing now. She was always my best friend." Chris said, taking a breath and looking up at the ceiling.
"Which locker room, Chris?" Shawn Michaels came forward to ask. Chris looked at him.
"The one I have." He said. Some of the superstars looked relieved and other appalled that he would take the same room.
"King, that is the saddest story I've ever heard." J.R. said.
"I agree, J.R. I agree."
**A/N: Sorry about the piss poor slow updates. As a fair warning, school for me starts on the 15th, which is Thursday. After that Updates can be far few and in between. Or, they can be everyday, it depends.
**A/N2: This chapter could be a little strange, but work with me here. It's not too terribly long, so there could possibly be 2 chapters uploaded today. Okay, now I'm going to shut up so you all can read the story.
Chris could feel his blood boil. His face was no longer smiling and happy. Instead, it was twisted into an expression that pretty much said, "I'm pissed right now, so don't screw with me." Chris couldn't remove his eyes from the screen. It only showed him and HHH now, but he still couldn't tear himself from it.
"King, what was that?" J.R. said uncertainly.
"I dunno, but what ever it was, Jericho doesn't seem too happy about it." King said.
After about 30 seconds, Chris finally blinked and looked away. The crowd was looking at him with expecting eyes. Even Hunter looked concerned. Chris kind of lowered his head, as if the mat would give him the answer he needed to give. Chris looked up again; this time at Hunter. Hunter could feel and see that Chris was in some sort of pain that was unexplainable. Chris took a breath, and he noticed that all of the superstars had gathered on the stage.
"The girl in the video was my sister." Chris admitted.
"Was?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah, was. She was killed 8 years ago. On this day; In this arena." Chris said. Hunter didn't have too much to say about that. Neither did the other superstars. The crowd was unusually quiet too. Chris went on.
"She was pretty much murdered before my eyes. I was coming fresh off of an injury in ECW. The next day, I went to WCW to get a contract set up, since Paul jack-ass Heyman decided to fire me for getting injured again." Chris said. His voice was slowly beginning to crack. "I think that you know why I make that hand symbol thing now. She was always my best friend." Chris said, taking a breath and looking up at the ceiling.
"Which locker room, Chris?" Shawn Michaels came forward to ask. Chris looked at him.
"The one I have." He said. Some of the superstars looked relieved and other appalled that he would take the same room.
"King, that is the saddest story I've ever heard." J.R. said.
"I agree, J.R. I agree."