Disclaimer: Really getting old now, I've been saying this for 22 times!!
I own Lisa and that is all!!
A/N: You guys are all so kewl! Love every single one of you people who have reviewed! It means the whole world to me! This story now has 35 reviews, so give yourself a big pat on the back, and I thank each of you for taking out the two simple minutes that it takes (maximum for some people) to review. I fully intend on reading and reviewing your stories too, if I haven't already. Another awesome story that all of you should really check out is Happenstance. Lizzie Borden is the author of that story, and I know that she would love for all of you to help her out and do the same you've done for me. Also, check out Sweet Chin Music (Lizzie), The Good 'Ol Days (KazzaXtreme), and although not a wrestling fic (but still awesome!) about Creed, Whatever It Takes (Kristy). If I haven't reviewed your story yet I will, have faith. Thanks to everyone who helped to make this story as great as it really is!! Mmmk, enough babbling it's time for XA/N!!
XA/N: When we last left off, Eric Bischoff was threatening to knock everyone out. RVD, the Rock, Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels were together....uh...with the girls. (what were YOU thinking?) And a pool has emerged from the ground, so everyone is going to have a pool party.
"I will knock you out!!" Eric screamed. JB shook her head.
"For the love of God, would you please shut the hell up?"
"I thought Jericho said that." Someone from the back says. Everyone turns around to see who it is, and who else would it be but Edge. A huge shriek is audible from underwater. It's KazzaXtreme. Lizzie quickly pulls her up, so she won't suffocate herself under the water. Edge notices that he has an "Edgehead" in the pool, so he strips down to his bathing suit and hops in. (BTW, this is a huge pool, so there is going to be tons of room in it for everybody.)
Jericho walks back in and climbs into the pool.
"Hey girls, what's been going on?" He asks smoothly. Sistergrim, Tracey andLizzie kind of giggle.
"Nothing, what about you?" "Ah, I've been busy saving the world." Chris says, blowing on his nails, then rubbing them on his chest. (His bare chest, I might add.) Of course, that sends them into another giggling fit. However, one of the girls doesn't seem to be into it as much as the others.
"Eric, Eric, where the hell are you, I need to talk to you!" A horrible voice yells from a distance away.
Who is it?
What do they want with Eric?
Will they kill him? (Please yes...especially after HLA!!)
Who is the unhappy girl?
Do Rock and Rockie have a thing goin on?
What about Kazza and Edge?
Kristy and RVD?
JB and Shawn Michaels? (I'm really hunting ideas for what to do with him..( )
Is it time to start the actual story? (YES!!!)
Until next time...This has been XA/N!
**
Amy looked up from the book that she was reading.
"Who would possibly be knocking at this time of night?" Amy thought. "Maybe it's Chris, maybe Lisa and Jeff kicked him out and he's come to stay the night with me." She got up off of the bed as the tapping on her door kept coming. She opened the door, just a little to see if she could see anyone. When she saw Eric standing outside of her room, she quickly tried to slam the door in his face.....but it was to no avail.
Eric quickly stepped into the room with her. Once he was in, he decided to take his time with what he wanted to do to her. He turned around and bolted the door shut, then placed a chair under the handle of the door so that it couldn't be opened. Amy was trying frantically to unlock the glass sliding door that went out to a balcony.
When he saw that she had a possible escape route, he quickly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her away from the door. Amy's back made a sickening crunch sound as it hit the iron frame of the bed under the box spring. Amy was surprised and suddenly terrified by the sudden growth of strength in Eric. She honestly thought that he had sold his soul to the devil for it. She wouldn't put it past him anyways.
"Now, now, don't do that Amy, it's time to play." Eric sneered in a hoarse whisper-like voice.
"Time to play? What a bunch of shit, Eric! You know that you are just jealous that I broke up with you and happened to land in the arms of Chris Irvine!" She screamed. Eric struck her hard across the face for that.
"You dumb bitch! You know not to ever mention that we were once together! Has he told you anything new about the WWE?"
"I told you Eric! I'm not going to help you any longer!"
"You're in love with him." Eric remarked.
"So what if I am huh? Then what?"
"You are, so I think that a little not-so-gentle persuasion for the old Amy to come back is long overdue." Eric said, as he pulled some rope from his pocket. He punched her again a couple of times to keep her quiet, then he tied her up quickly. He picked her up and set her down on the bed, then he pulled out some duct tape and put it over her mouth. He took off his long jacket and crawled on top of her.
"Let the games begin." He said as he unbuttoned her shirt.
**
When Chris stepped out of the room, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His blood was almost to a boiling point. He briskly walked down the hall to Amy's room.
"Amy?" He asked, lightly tapping on the door. There was no answer.
"She's dead." He thought, "No she isn't, stop thinking like that!"
"Amy?" He asked a little louder, knocking on the door harder.
"Way to go jackass, you left her alone and now she's-no! Shut up! Shut up! She's probably just sleeping!" He thought again. Finally Chris just started pounding on the door. He didn't want to yell any louder, or he might wake the other occupants of the hotel up. After a couple minutes of that, he finally had an idea.
He walked back down to his room. The door was unlocked. He walked through it, stepping over the bodies of Hunter and Lance. Although they weren't dead, Chris didn't care at that moment. He needed to get to Amy.
He tried unlocking the glass sliding door, but settled for busting the lock. (The glass would've made too much noise.) He stepped out onto the balcony and held onto the railing.
"Jesus, why am I doing this?" He asked out loud. "Because you're a dumbass." His mind told him. Chris took a deep breath and swung a leg over the railing. "It's much easier in the movies." He thought. He swung the other leg over and quickly found his balance. He started to shimmy along the side like that, until he slipped.
A/N: You guys are all so kewl! Love every single one of you people who have reviewed! It means the whole world to me! This story now has 35 reviews, so give yourself a big pat on the back, and I thank each of you for taking out the two simple minutes that it takes (maximum for some people) to review. I fully intend on reading and reviewing your stories too, if I haven't already. Another awesome story that all of you should really check out is Happenstance. Lizzie Borden is the author of that story, and I know that she would love for all of you to help her out and do the same you've done for me. Also, check out Sweet Chin Music (Lizzie), The Good 'Ol Days (KazzaXtreme), and although not a wrestling fic (but still awesome!) about Creed, Whatever It Takes (Kristy). If I haven't reviewed your story yet I will, have faith. Thanks to everyone who helped to make this story as great as it really is!! Mmmk, enough babbling it's time for XA/N!!
XA/N: When we last left off, Eric Bischoff was threatening to knock everyone out. RVD, the Rock, Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels were together....uh...with the girls. (what were YOU thinking?) And a pool has emerged from the ground, so everyone is going to have a pool party.
"I will knock you out!!" Eric screamed. JB shook her head.
"For the love of God, would you please shut the hell up?"
"I thought Jericho said that." Someone from the back says. Everyone turns around to see who it is, and who else would it be but Edge. A huge shriek is audible from underwater. It's KazzaXtreme. Lizzie quickly pulls her up, so she won't suffocate herself under the water. Edge notices that he has an "Edgehead" in the pool, so he strips down to his bathing suit and hops in. (BTW, this is a huge pool, so there is going to be tons of room in it for everybody.)
Jericho walks back in and climbs into the pool.
"Hey girls, what's been going on?" He asks smoothly. Sistergrim, Tracey andLizzie kind of giggle.
"Nothing, what about you?" "Ah, I've been busy saving the world." Chris says, blowing on his nails, then rubbing them on his chest. (His bare chest, I might add.) Of course, that sends them into another giggling fit. However, one of the girls doesn't seem to be into it as much as the others.
"Eric, Eric, where the hell are you, I need to talk to you!" A horrible voice yells from a distance away.
Who is it?
What do they want with Eric?
Will they kill him? (Please yes...especially after HLA!!)
Who is the unhappy girl?
Do Rock and Rockie have a thing goin on?
What about Kazza and Edge?
Kristy and RVD?
JB and Shawn Michaels? (I'm really hunting ideas for what to do with him..( )
Is it time to start the actual story? (YES!!!)
Until next time...This has been XA/N!
**
Amy looked up from the book that she was reading.
"Who would possibly be knocking at this time of night?" Amy thought. "Maybe it's Chris, maybe Lisa and Jeff kicked him out and he's come to stay the night with me." She got up off of the bed as the tapping on her door kept coming. She opened the door, just a little to see if she could see anyone. When she saw Eric standing outside of her room, she quickly tried to slam the door in his face.....but it was to no avail.
Eric quickly stepped into the room with her. Once he was in, he decided to take his time with what he wanted to do to her. He turned around and bolted the door shut, then placed a chair under the handle of the door so that it couldn't be opened. Amy was trying frantically to unlock the glass sliding door that went out to a balcony.
When he saw that she had a possible escape route, he quickly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her away from the door. Amy's back made a sickening crunch sound as it hit the iron frame of the bed under the box spring. Amy was surprised and suddenly terrified by the sudden growth of strength in Eric. She honestly thought that he had sold his soul to the devil for it. She wouldn't put it past him anyways.
"Now, now, don't do that Amy, it's time to play." Eric sneered in a hoarse whisper-like voice.
"Time to play? What a bunch of shit, Eric! You know that you are just jealous that I broke up with you and happened to land in the arms of Chris Irvine!" She screamed. Eric struck her hard across the face for that.
"You dumb bitch! You know not to ever mention that we were once together! Has he told you anything new about the WWE?"
"I told you Eric! I'm not going to help you any longer!"
"You're in love with him." Eric remarked.
"So what if I am huh? Then what?"
"You are, so I think that a little not-so-gentle persuasion for the old Amy to come back is long overdue." Eric said, as he pulled some rope from his pocket. He punched her again a couple of times to keep her quiet, then he tied her up quickly. He picked her up and set her down on the bed, then he pulled out some duct tape and put it over her mouth. He took off his long jacket and crawled on top of her.
"Let the games begin." He said as he unbuttoned her shirt.
**
When Chris stepped out of the room, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His blood was almost to a boiling point. He briskly walked down the hall to Amy's room.
"Amy?" He asked, lightly tapping on the door. There was no answer.
"She's dead." He thought, "No she isn't, stop thinking like that!"
"Amy?" He asked a little louder, knocking on the door harder.
"Way to go jackass, you left her alone and now she's-no! Shut up! Shut up! She's probably just sleeping!" He thought again. Finally Chris just started pounding on the door. He didn't want to yell any louder, or he might wake the other occupants of the hotel up. After a couple minutes of that, he finally had an idea.
He walked back down to his room. The door was unlocked. He walked through it, stepping over the bodies of Hunter and Lance. Although they weren't dead, Chris didn't care at that moment. He needed to get to Amy.
He tried unlocking the glass sliding door, but settled for busting the lock. (The glass would've made too much noise.) He stepped out onto the balcony and held onto the railing.
"Jesus, why am I doing this?" He asked out loud. "Because you're a dumbass." His mind told him. Chris took a deep breath and swung a leg over the railing. "It's much easier in the movies." He thought. He swung the other leg over and quickly found his balance. He started to shimmy along the side like that, until he slipped.