Disclamer: I am in no way affiliated with the World Wrestling Entertainment Corporation nor do I take credit for creating the characters used in my story.
Rated: R ( As the story progresses, it will get more…adult, I shall say)
Summary: The story begins with Stephanie coming back to work after a long hiatus and how it effects Chris Jericho as well as several other wrestlers.
Chapter 1
Chris stood by the window. The rainstorm was fierce, it's lightning turned the night into day. He was nearly oblivious to it all. The thunder, the wind, the rain. His mind was in turmoil.
She was back. And there was no way he could avoid this one. "Stephanie." He whispered. The bitch, the thorn in his side, the love of his life. He walked away from the window and sat on the
foot of the bed. His head in his hands, he relived earlier events. Seeing Stephanie--
feeling the cold. He would have been crazy not to hear the venom in her voice. Or blind not to see the
daggers she was looking. It was his fault. He wouldn't even try and deny it.
Damn him for being so stupid. He let her slip through his fingers like sand.
They had been happy for a time. The King of the World and the Billion Dollar Princess. Chris sat quietly as memories that were emblazoned in his mind came to play. There was laughter. "Chris, shut up!" He had been smiling as he grabbed Steph and pulled her in an embrace. "Admit it. You love me." Steph pushed him playfully. "No I hate you…no, no." She giggled, "You know I love you, you pig." She kissed him soundly. "I will always love you and you know that." Thunder roused Chris out of his thoughts. He stood and caught his reflection in the mirror. He was disgusted with himself as he angrily wiped away the tears obstructing his vision. He slowly walked to the mirror and stared at the shadow of a man before him. He didn't flinch when his fist shattered the glass…when warm blood trickled around his hand. He didn't feel it because he didn't want to. He didn't need to, since the biggest wound of all, was inside.
Rated: R ( As the story progresses, it will get more…adult, I shall say)
Summary: The story begins with Stephanie coming back to work after a long hiatus and how it effects Chris Jericho as well as several other wrestlers.
Chapter 1
Chris stood by the window. The rainstorm was fierce, it's lightning turned the night into day. He was nearly oblivious to it all. The thunder, the wind, the rain. His mind was in turmoil.
She was back. And there was no way he could avoid this one. "Stephanie." He whispered. The bitch, the thorn in his side, the love of his life. He walked away from the window and sat on the
foot of the bed. His head in his hands, he relived earlier events. Seeing Stephanie--
feeling the cold. He would have been crazy not to hear the venom in her voice. Or blind not to see the
daggers she was looking. It was his fault. He wouldn't even try and deny it.
Damn him for being so stupid. He let her slip through his fingers like sand.
They had been happy for a time. The King of the World and the Billion Dollar Princess. Chris sat quietly as memories that were emblazoned in his mind came to play. There was laughter. "Chris, shut up!" He had been smiling as he grabbed Steph and pulled her in an embrace. "Admit it. You love me." Steph pushed him playfully. "No I hate you…no, no." She giggled, "You know I love you, you pig." She kissed him soundly. "I will always love you and you know that." Thunder roused Chris out of his thoughts. He stood and caught his reflection in the mirror. He was disgusted with himself as he angrily wiped away the tears obstructing his vision. He slowly walked to the mirror and stared at the shadow of a man before him. He didn't flinch when his fist shattered the glass…when warm blood trickled around his hand. He didn't feel it because he didn't want to. He didn't need to, since the biggest wound of all, was inside.