"I guess this is the same situation." Chris sighed and got up just as
Trish and Benoit walked into the room.
"What are you doing?" Trish ran over.
"I have to tell you something guys." Chris sighed and Benoit nodded. "I didn't get hurt for real, when I did it only hurt for a little bit but then I got better but I couldn't tell you."
"I'm very disappointed in you Chris." Trish pouted.
"I know." Chris hung his head.
"The way you took advantage of everyone, especially me, was wrong." She said.
"I know." Chris nodded with his eyes closed.
"You owe us an apology Chris Jericho." Trish crossed her arms demandingly.
"I'm sorry." Chris opened his eyes and looked up. Benoit looked at him, he and Trish remembered the past incident too. Chris stood up strait. "I'm really, sorry."
"Ok, I accept." Trish grinned and turned to Benoit.
"Oh, uh, yea." Beniot nodded.
"Great." Chris smiled. "Now, let's go surprise Hurricane!" They ran off and hid in his room. That night when Hurricane came back to the hotel and turned off his lights....
"Surprise!" Everyone shouted. "Happy Birthday!"
"Oh my gosh, thanks guys!" He laughed, trying not to blush and the party began. Everyone was having a great time and Chris had an even better time now that he had this off his chest and could be himself.
"Chris, watch out!" Trish cried as he and Hurricane were playing Marco Polo.
"Marco." Hurricane moved his hand around.
"Polo- ah!" Chris tripped over a dresser and it fell on his leg. "Ow man, not again!"
"You're hurt for real this time?" Benoit came over with a cock eyed expression.
"This proof enough?" Chris held up his bruised, injured leg.
"Ouch, ow, that's good enough for me." Trish jumped back.
"Ew." Hurricane took of his blindfold. "I can't save you from that Chris."
"Yea, well, now you'll know what it's like to really be hurt." Triple H said as he and Stephanie walked in.
"And that's the end of that chapter." Steph dusted her hands off and everyone turned to her. "What, it is." And so, Chris was able to get his leg bandaged up by the trainer and he really had to act hurt this time because, well, he was. He learned his lesson and this probably won't ever, eeeeever, happen again. But hey, this is Chris Jericho we're talking about. So there surely will be another time, another place, and another incident for a new story to be born.
"This bites." Chris pouted with his leg up on the couch as he flipped through channels, bored already and this was only the first day. Too bad he got hurt before a bachelor party...
"What are you doing?" Trish ran over.
"I have to tell you something guys." Chris sighed and Benoit nodded. "I didn't get hurt for real, when I did it only hurt for a little bit but then I got better but I couldn't tell you."
"I'm very disappointed in you Chris." Trish pouted.
"I know." Chris hung his head.
"The way you took advantage of everyone, especially me, was wrong." She said.
"I know." Chris nodded with his eyes closed.
"You owe us an apology Chris Jericho." Trish crossed her arms demandingly.
"I'm sorry." Chris opened his eyes and looked up. Benoit looked at him, he and Trish remembered the past incident too. Chris stood up strait. "I'm really, sorry."
"Ok, I accept." Trish grinned and turned to Benoit.
"Oh, uh, yea." Beniot nodded.
"Great." Chris smiled. "Now, let's go surprise Hurricane!" They ran off and hid in his room. That night when Hurricane came back to the hotel and turned off his lights....
"Surprise!" Everyone shouted. "Happy Birthday!"
"Oh my gosh, thanks guys!" He laughed, trying not to blush and the party began. Everyone was having a great time and Chris had an even better time now that he had this off his chest and could be himself.
"Chris, watch out!" Trish cried as he and Hurricane were playing Marco Polo.
"Marco." Hurricane moved his hand around.
"Polo- ah!" Chris tripped over a dresser and it fell on his leg. "Ow man, not again!"
"You're hurt for real this time?" Benoit came over with a cock eyed expression.
"This proof enough?" Chris held up his bruised, injured leg.
"Ouch, ow, that's good enough for me." Trish jumped back.
"Ew." Hurricane took of his blindfold. "I can't save you from that Chris."
"Yea, well, now you'll know what it's like to really be hurt." Triple H said as he and Stephanie walked in.
"And that's the end of that chapter." Steph dusted her hands off and everyone turned to her. "What, it is." And so, Chris was able to get his leg bandaged up by the trainer and he really had to act hurt this time because, well, he was. He learned his lesson and this probably won't ever, eeeeever, happen again. But hey, this is Chris Jericho we're talking about. So there surely will be another time, another place, and another incident for a new story to be born.
"This bites." Chris pouted with his leg up on the couch as he flipped through channels, bored already and this was only the first day. Too bad he got hurt before a bachelor party...