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A/N: MMK. Here is the deal for today. I'm unable to get on the Internet at the time that this is being typed up, so I have no idea who the new, if there are any, reviewers are. If there are any new people, check next chapter's XA/N-guaranteed you'll be in that one. I think that the story is up to 44 or 45 reviews now. Way to go!! Love you all! You guys rock! FYI, today is Friday September 20, and tomorrow I probably won't be updating due to the fact that I'm going to a baseball game, so you have been warned. My goal for tonight is to get 3 new chapters uploaded so that you guys will have more of this to read. (Plus, I've been slacking and I need to catch up.) So, it is time for me to shut up and get on with the fun!
XA/n: When we last left off, everyone (excluding tracey, sistergrim, Eric Bischoff and Stephanie McMahon) was in waist-deep frozen water. We were all about to play a game of volleyball, but it didn't quite work out the way we'd planned.
"Hey! It's freaking freezing in here!!" A very blue looking Chris Jericho said, with his teeth chattering. Eric Bischoff laughed.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because I'm the king of the-"
"We know, we know." Everyone mumbled to Chris.
"Oh."
Eric continued. "You see, Steph and I, with the help of these two lovely ladies are going to buy WWE and run it into the ground!" He says, making a Dr. Evil impression. Everyone exchanged glances.
"The Rockie says that you have already done that!" Rockie says.
"The Rock has no choice but to agree."
"Dude, you so totally need to get a life!" RVD said.
"Totally." Kristy said, echoing RVD.
"This so totally reeks of heinosity!" Edge declared.
"Mmmhhmm." KazzaXtreme mumbles, too busy watching Edge's movements to do much else.
"You are an assclown, Eric Bischoff....." Chris Jericho started.
"Who desperately needs to learn to shut the hell up!" Lizzie finished for him.
"This f'ing sucks!" BlazerAkila, Shortay, Lone Wolfette, and Refugee yell together.
"What I wouldn't give to give him some chin music right now..." Shawn said under his breath.
"Hey wait a minute...this is my goddamn author's note and I'll do what I damn well please!" JB says, forcing herself up out of the ice. "And I think that it's time for you all to leave!" She says, her eyes slowly turning completely black.
"Hold on just a second!" A couple of voices yell.
Dun...Dun...Dun....Who is it?
Find out in the next chapter of XA/N!
**
**1 Year Later**
Chris and Amy walked down the hallway backstage to find their locker room. They weren't just walking either; they were also holding hands.
"What was this important news that you just had to tell me this morning?" Chris asked as they neared their locker room. Amy shrugged.
"I'll tell you later." She said as they walked in. Chris tossed his travel bag on the couch and sat his suitcase next to it.
"That's not very nice."
"What's not?" She asked, taking her jacket off.
"Keeping me in suspense." He said with a wolfish grin on his face.
"Well, too bad because you have a match to prep for."
"Right, right, I know." Chris said. He grabbed his ring attire and walked into the bathroom. Amy started to shuffle through her suitcase to find her pants and t-shirt. After Chris left the room, she was going to have to find Jeff to see what he had planned for tonight. She was so absorbed in her thinking that it startled her when the bathroom door opened, and Chris walked out with his tights on-and that was about it.
"Oh, SEXY!" She said winking at him.
"I'm just a sexy boy, sexy boy!!" Chris sang, mocking Shawn Michaels. Amy got up and started towards the bathroom, but Chris grabbed her by the waist.
"Hey, I have to tell you my surprise before you get too involved with this."
"With what?"
"Wrestling."
"So tell me already." She said, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. Chris walked over to his travel bag and returned with a small box. Then he took a knee.
"Amy Christine Dumas, will you marry me?" He asked. Her eyes opened wide as she got ready to answer.
A/N: MMK. Here is the deal for today. I'm unable to get on the Internet at the time that this is being typed up, so I have no idea who the new, if there are any, reviewers are. If there are any new people, check next chapter's XA/N-guaranteed you'll be in that one. I think that the story is up to 44 or 45 reviews now. Way to go!! Love you all! You guys rock! FYI, today is Friday September 20, and tomorrow I probably won't be updating due to the fact that I'm going to a baseball game, so you have been warned. My goal for tonight is to get 3 new chapters uploaded so that you guys will have more of this to read. (Plus, I've been slacking and I need to catch up.) So, it is time for me to shut up and get on with the fun!
XA/n: When we last left off, everyone (excluding tracey, sistergrim, Eric Bischoff and Stephanie McMahon) was in waist-deep frozen water. We were all about to play a game of volleyball, but it didn't quite work out the way we'd planned.
"Hey! It's freaking freezing in here!!" A very blue looking Chris Jericho said, with his teeth chattering. Eric Bischoff laughed.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because I'm the king of the-"
"We know, we know." Everyone mumbled to Chris.
"Oh."
Eric continued. "You see, Steph and I, with the help of these two lovely ladies are going to buy WWE and run it into the ground!" He says, making a Dr. Evil impression. Everyone exchanged glances.
"The Rockie says that you have already done that!" Rockie says.
"The Rock has no choice but to agree."
"Dude, you so totally need to get a life!" RVD said.
"Totally." Kristy said, echoing RVD.
"This so totally reeks of heinosity!" Edge declared.
"Mmmhhmm." KazzaXtreme mumbles, too busy watching Edge's movements to do much else.
"You are an assclown, Eric Bischoff....." Chris Jericho started.
"Who desperately needs to learn to shut the hell up!" Lizzie finished for him.
"This f'ing sucks!" BlazerAkila, Shortay, Lone Wolfette, and Refugee yell together.
"What I wouldn't give to give him some chin music right now..." Shawn said under his breath.
"Hey wait a minute...this is my goddamn author's note and I'll do what I damn well please!" JB says, forcing herself up out of the ice. "And I think that it's time for you all to leave!" She says, her eyes slowly turning completely black.
"Hold on just a second!" A couple of voices yell.
Dun...Dun...Dun....Who is it?
Find out in the next chapter of XA/N!
**
**1 Year Later**
Chris and Amy walked down the hallway backstage to find their locker room. They weren't just walking either; they were also holding hands.
"What was this important news that you just had to tell me this morning?" Chris asked as they neared their locker room. Amy shrugged.
"I'll tell you later." She said as they walked in. Chris tossed his travel bag on the couch and sat his suitcase next to it.
"That's not very nice."
"What's not?" She asked, taking her jacket off.
"Keeping me in suspense." He said with a wolfish grin on his face.
"Well, too bad because you have a match to prep for."
"Right, right, I know." Chris said. He grabbed his ring attire and walked into the bathroom. Amy started to shuffle through her suitcase to find her pants and t-shirt. After Chris left the room, she was going to have to find Jeff to see what he had planned for tonight. She was so absorbed in her thinking that it startled her when the bathroom door opened, and Chris walked out with his tights on-and that was about it.
"Oh, SEXY!" She said winking at him.
"I'm just a sexy boy, sexy boy!!" Chris sang, mocking Shawn Michaels. Amy got up and started towards the bathroom, but Chris grabbed her by the waist.
"Hey, I have to tell you my surprise before you get too involved with this."
"With what?"
"Wrestling."
"So tell me already." She said, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. Chris walked over to his travel bag and returned with a small box. Then he took a knee.
"Amy Christine Dumas, will you marry me?" He asked. Her eyes opened wide as she got ready to answer.