~During the PPV~
Chris ran to the ropes and hit the lionsault. His eyes could see the camera flashes going off. Then there was the pain--Benoit had his knees up. Chris groaned and grabbed his stomach. He didn't have time to protect himself from the Crippler Crossface. It was too late. Chris yelled and tried to make it to the ropes. 2 feet away...1 foot away...1/2 a foot away...1/4 a foot away...he tapped. He vaguely heard the bell. He felt the cool canvas on the side of his face. And heard the announcer name Benoit as the one victorious. Chris weakly balled his fist. And so the PPV losing streak continued...
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Chris weakly walked up the ramp. He tried to put on a brave front for all those in attendance. But when he walked backstage, the kind yet defeated look left his face and was replaced with a look of pure anger. "Fuck!" He swore. He flipped over the refreshment table and stalked into his dressing room. When he slammed the door, Lita jumped in her chair. She stood and walked to Chris, trying to hug him. "Don't touch me right now. I'm pissed." Lita put her arms down. "Im sorry, babe." Chris quickly changed. He slammed a lamp into the wall, send sparks to the floor. Lita instinctively clutched her stomach. She spoke hesitantly. "Chris...let's just go to the hotel, okay? Please?" Chris grabbed his things. "Alright, ok."
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Lita was beside Chris on their hotel bed. He was watching ESPN. Some hockey game. "Yes!" He yelled. Lita smiled dumbly. She sat up and grabbed the remote. She turned off the tv and looked at Chris. "Hey! They were in double over time. Turn it back on!" Lita tossed the remote to the floor and took Chris's hands. "Chris? I have something to tell you." Chris stared at her and say up. "This sounds serious." Lita nodded. "It is." She paused for a second. "Im pregnant." The silence was thick between them. Chris's eyes glittered. "Are--are you sure?" Lita smiled and nodded. "Yes. Yes Im sure. We're gonna have a baby." Chris hugged her. "Oh my God. Pregnant." He put a protective hand to her abdomen. "He's growing inside you right now." He laughed. "Our baby..." He kissed Lita. He hugged her again. "This is better than winning the title." Lita laughed. "I should hope so!" Chris stood. "I can't wait to tell everyone. All of the guys--" "You can't." There was a look of fear in Lita's eyes. She smiled again. "Not...not yet. Ok? I just want to make sure everything is okay first." Chris sat next to her. "Sure." He kissed her forehead. "A baby." He mused. "I like the name Gavin Christopher." Lita leaned her head on his shoulder. Her smile was wicked. "It's perfect."
Chris ran to the ropes and hit the lionsault. His eyes could see the camera flashes going off. Then there was the pain--Benoit had his knees up. Chris groaned and grabbed his stomach. He didn't have time to protect himself from the Crippler Crossface. It was too late. Chris yelled and tried to make it to the ropes. 2 feet away...1 foot away...1/2 a foot away...1/4 a foot away...he tapped. He vaguely heard the bell. He felt the cool canvas on the side of his face. And heard the announcer name Benoit as the one victorious. Chris weakly balled his fist. And so the PPV losing streak continued...
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Chris weakly walked up the ramp. He tried to put on a brave front for all those in attendance. But when he walked backstage, the kind yet defeated look left his face and was replaced with a look of pure anger. "Fuck!" He swore. He flipped over the refreshment table and stalked into his dressing room. When he slammed the door, Lita jumped in her chair. She stood and walked to Chris, trying to hug him. "Don't touch me right now. I'm pissed." Lita put her arms down. "Im sorry, babe." Chris quickly changed. He slammed a lamp into the wall, send sparks to the floor. Lita instinctively clutched her stomach. She spoke hesitantly. "Chris...let's just go to the hotel, okay? Please?" Chris grabbed his things. "Alright, ok."
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Lita was beside Chris on their hotel bed. He was watching ESPN. Some hockey game. "Yes!" He yelled. Lita smiled dumbly. She sat up and grabbed the remote. She turned off the tv and looked at Chris. "Hey! They were in double over time. Turn it back on!" Lita tossed the remote to the floor and took Chris's hands. "Chris? I have something to tell you." Chris stared at her and say up. "This sounds serious." Lita nodded. "It is." She paused for a second. "Im pregnant." The silence was thick between them. Chris's eyes glittered. "Are--are you sure?" Lita smiled and nodded. "Yes. Yes Im sure. We're gonna have a baby." Chris hugged her. "Oh my God. Pregnant." He put a protective hand to her abdomen. "He's growing inside you right now." He laughed. "Our baby..." He kissed Lita. He hugged her again. "This is better than winning the title." Lita laughed. "I should hope so!" Chris stood. "I can't wait to tell everyone. All of the guys--" "You can't." There was a look of fear in Lita's eyes. She smiled again. "Not...not yet. Ok? I just want to make sure everything is okay first." Chris sat next to her. "Sure." He kissed her forehead. "A baby." He mused. "I like the name Gavin Christopher." Lita leaned her head on his shoulder. Her smile was wicked. "It's perfect."