"Vince, what are you saying?" Dan asked the uptight owner.
"It means Chris Irvine's contract is void, invalid, discontinued," Vince growled.
"Ok, ok. I get the picture." The trainer stopped him before he got carried away.
"Bring Chris Jericho to me, now." Vince's voice hissed in a deep angry tone.
"Yes sir, right away." Dan slunk away and left Vince alone.
"Oh I was so blind." Vince sat down in his chair. "Just think if something had happened to Chris over these years. With this false contract we could be sued!"
"You wanted to see me?" Chris gulped, knowing he was in trouble.
"I'll just leave now." Dan replied, poking his head into the door sheepishly.
"Oh no Dan, you get your sorry ass back in here." Vince stood up. Jericho and the trainer stood side by side in fear as Vince began to circle them. "When were you planning to tell me about this?" Vince waved the file in Jericho's face.
"I really think," Jericho began but his voice choked out with fear.
"Shut up!" Vince spit and Jericho closed his mouth. "Do you realize what you were capable of?"
"It's not like he has," Dan tried to cut in.
"You stay out of this trainer." Vince waved a warning finger at him.
"Yes sir." Dan muttered quietly, lowering his head.
"Do you know how many other superstars you've affected?" Vince growled.
"What do you mean?" Jericho asked.
"Please, don't give me that innocent puppy dog attitude!" Vince cut him off. "You aided to tearing Triple H's quad, worsening Chris Benoit's neck injury, you've made countless superstars ill during you time here."
"Oh come on, it was only a few." Jericho replied, referring to the incident where he, Triple H, Rico, Goldust, Booker T and Edge all go the flu on different occasions.
"All of these people could've been seriously hurt and we could've been sued if somebody had asked to seed your files." Vince pointed out. "You could've cost everyone their jobs if we had been sued for all the company money. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Jericho said quietly.
"And another thing, you sound a tad ill now, might I add." Vince turned around. "How many superstars know about your little contract mishap?"
"Just you, Dan, and a few of my roommates." Jericho cleared his throat.
"Good, nobody else must ever know this ever took place." Vince replied. "Dan, I want you to conduct a full physical check of Chris, then come back."
"But Vince," Jericho protested but Vince's eyes prodded him sharply.
"I want a blood test done too." Vince sneered and Jericho lowered his head.
"Now that's a little redundant now isn't it? Chris has never done drugs." Dan said.
"Yea, the only drugs I've ever taken is some aspirin, and everyone takes that!" Chris agreed.
"And that's final." Vince ended his statement as if he'd never heard Dan or Chris.
"As you wish." Dan began to push Jericho out of the room and closed the door.
"Why must the valuable assets always be defective?" Vince muttered to himself. "Look at all Chris has done for us, he's almost a god-sent." Vince began to recall Chris's many accomplishments, such as the title unification at Vengeance, and other things he's helped staff wise. "I only hope we can fix this before the harm is done."
Elsewhere..
"Are we done yet?" Stephanie sighed as everyone waited at the table. Oh, their plates were empty, but Rikishi was still helping himself to the buffet bar.
"Rikishi, are you done yet?" Triple H muttered.
"Yea, let's amscray." Shawn stood up and Rikishi looked coldly at him. "Or not."
"That's enough." Jeff stood up and Rikishi swallowed the bite of food. "I'm gonna count to three, and if you're not done and standing, I'm gonna kick your but."
"You're gonna kick my but?" Rikishi asked, laughing to himself.
"You heard me." Jeff growled. "One, two, three!" He lunged at the shocked Rikishi and they fell over in the chair and rolled around on the floor.
"Ok, ok! I give." Rikishi raised his arms and Jeff got up.
"Then let's go." Jeff led the way and Rikishi reluctantly followed.
"Like I've always said, that young wrestler's got some potential." Edge said. They got back to their hotel rooms, but as soon as the elevator opened on their floor.
"Vince!" Everyone gasped, seeing their boss standing in the hallway.
"My, what a surprise." Lance gulped.
"Quiet Storm, everyone follow me." Vince led them to his hotel room where Dan and Jericho stood solemnly.
"What's going on?" Steph asked, trying to break the tension.
"You know darn right." Vince turned to her and they all soon understood.
"We haven't told anyone else Vince." Shawn Michaels sighed.
"Yea, so please don't fire us!" Triple H gulped and Jeff elbowed him.
"Shut up." Vince growled and everyone turned to see Dan and Chris. "Dan is going to conduct a complete physical check on Jericho." Vince explained.
"But why, he doesn't need one." Rikishi pointed out.
"Yea, just cause he's got a little cold?" Jeff agreed with Rikishi.
"That's beyond the point." Vince cut them off. "This secret must follow us to our graves."
"Is he threatening that he'll kill us?" Jericho asked Dan.
"I hope not." Dan shivered at the thought.
"Chris would never cause any harm." Triple H replied.
"He's only helped us, like becoming first undisputed champ." Shawn added.
"Never the less, he could have some kind of hidden illness that could effect you all. Then what will happen if all my most valuable superstars are benched indefinitely?" Vince asked and everyone began to mutter, not thinking about that before. "Since he was never checked out officially by Dan, we never know until he will later on today."
"I understand, perhaps it is for the best." Stephanie sighed reluctantly.
"Good, then get out." Vince pointed to the door.
"Yea, but what about Chris?" Edge asked.
"Out!" Vince snapped and everyone flocked out the door. "As for you." Vince loomed over Dan and Chris. "Get the job done and report back as soon as you're done."
"Right." Dan nodded and walked out the door. "Come on Chris."
"Uh, Vince? Is the blood test really necessary?" Chris whimpered.
"Go now!" Vince roared and Chris ran out like a scared kitten. Dan took Chris to the arena where they would get the job done."
"Oops." Dan hit a small case over and a box of needles opened on the floor.
"Ah!" Chris cried, seeing the needles. Dan recalled his phobia of shots. "No, let me go!" Chris struggled to free himself of Dan's grip. "I won't do it, never!" He cried. "I'd rather stay sick forever than get a needle." Chris tried to run but he couldn't.
"Don't worry, I'm not giving you a needle." Dan replied.
"Hu?' Chris stopped running and turned around. "But Vince told us to."
"Forget that." Dan turned to Chris. "I know you and we both know that you would never do anything bad for this company. You love it, it's your life. You don't need no stinking blood test done, everyone knows you've never taken drugs."
"And I never will." Chris smiled as Dan opened the folder.
"So how about this be our little secret to go to our graves?" Dan grinned.
"And that's not a death threat right?" Jericho smirked at his little joke.
"Right." Dan nodded and filled out Jericho's papers. "No one must ever know."
"Agreed." Jericho shook his hand, once again he'd gotten off the hook. Or had he.?
"Here you are Vince." Dan handed him Jericho's folder that night.
"Good work." Vince approved. "Not an ailment in sight, nicely done." Vince smiled and Dan nodded and left. But as he closed the door Vince growled. "I knew Jericho would convince Dan not to do it. That's why it's up to me to do the job myself. Never send a pawn to do a knights job in a chess game, this chess game called life."
"It means Chris Irvine's contract is void, invalid, discontinued," Vince growled.
"Ok, ok. I get the picture." The trainer stopped him before he got carried away.
"Bring Chris Jericho to me, now." Vince's voice hissed in a deep angry tone.
"Yes sir, right away." Dan slunk away and left Vince alone.
"Oh I was so blind." Vince sat down in his chair. "Just think if something had happened to Chris over these years. With this false contract we could be sued!"
"You wanted to see me?" Chris gulped, knowing he was in trouble.
"I'll just leave now." Dan replied, poking his head into the door sheepishly.
"Oh no Dan, you get your sorry ass back in here." Vince stood up. Jericho and the trainer stood side by side in fear as Vince began to circle them. "When were you planning to tell me about this?" Vince waved the file in Jericho's face.
"I really think," Jericho began but his voice choked out with fear.
"Shut up!" Vince spit and Jericho closed his mouth. "Do you realize what you were capable of?"
"It's not like he has," Dan tried to cut in.
"You stay out of this trainer." Vince waved a warning finger at him.
"Yes sir." Dan muttered quietly, lowering his head.
"Do you know how many other superstars you've affected?" Vince growled.
"What do you mean?" Jericho asked.
"Please, don't give me that innocent puppy dog attitude!" Vince cut him off. "You aided to tearing Triple H's quad, worsening Chris Benoit's neck injury, you've made countless superstars ill during you time here."
"Oh come on, it was only a few." Jericho replied, referring to the incident where he, Triple H, Rico, Goldust, Booker T and Edge all go the flu on different occasions.
"All of these people could've been seriously hurt and we could've been sued if somebody had asked to seed your files." Vince pointed out. "You could've cost everyone their jobs if we had been sued for all the company money. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Jericho said quietly.
"And another thing, you sound a tad ill now, might I add." Vince turned around. "How many superstars know about your little contract mishap?"
"Just you, Dan, and a few of my roommates." Jericho cleared his throat.
"Good, nobody else must ever know this ever took place." Vince replied. "Dan, I want you to conduct a full physical check of Chris, then come back."
"But Vince," Jericho protested but Vince's eyes prodded him sharply.
"I want a blood test done too." Vince sneered and Jericho lowered his head.
"Now that's a little redundant now isn't it? Chris has never done drugs." Dan said.
"Yea, the only drugs I've ever taken is some aspirin, and everyone takes that!" Chris agreed.
"And that's final." Vince ended his statement as if he'd never heard Dan or Chris.
"As you wish." Dan began to push Jericho out of the room and closed the door.
"Why must the valuable assets always be defective?" Vince muttered to himself. "Look at all Chris has done for us, he's almost a god-sent." Vince began to recall Chris's many accomplishments, such as the title unification at Vengeance, and other things he's helped staff wise. "I only hope we can fix this before the harm is done."
Elsewhere..
"Are we done yet?" Stephanie sighed as everyone waited at the table. Oh, their plates were empty, but Rikishi was still helping himself to the buffet bar.
"Rikishi, are you done yet?" Triple H muttered.
"Yea, let's amscray." Shawn stood up and Rikishi looked coldly at him. "Or not."
"That's enough." Jeff stood up and Rikishi swallowed the bite of food. "I'm gonna count to three, and if you're not done and standing, I'm gonna kick your but."
"You're gonna kick my but?" Rikishi asked, laughing to himself.
"You heard me." Jeff growled. "One, two, three!" He lunged at the shocked Rikishi and they fell over in the chair and rolled around on the floor.
"Ok, ok! I give." Rikishi raised his arms and Jeff got up.
"Then let's go." Jeff led the way and Rikishi reluctantly followed.
"Like I've always said, that young wrestler's got some potential." Edge said. They got back to their hotel rooms, but as soon as the elevator opened on their floor.
"Vince!" Everyone gasped, seeing their boss standing in the hallway.
"My, what a surprise." Lance gulped.
"Quiet Storm, everyone follow me." Vince led them to his hotel room where Dan and Jericho stood solemnly.
"What's going on?" Steph asked, trying to break the tension.
"You know darn right." Vince turned to her and they all soon understood.
"We haven't told anyone else Vince." Shawn Michaels sighed.
"Yea, so please don't fire us!" Triple H gulped and Jeff elbowed him.
"Shut up." Vince growled and everyone turned to see Dan and Chris. "Dan is going to conduct a complete physical check on Jericho." Vince explained.
"But why, he doesn't need one." Rikishi pointed out.
"Yea, just cause he's got a little cold?" Jeff agreed with Rikishi.
"That's beyond the point." Vince cut them off. "This secret must follow us to our graves."
"Is he threatening that he'll kill us?" Jericho asked Dan.
"I hope not." Dan shivered at the thought.
"Chris would never cause any harm." Triple H replied.
"He's only helped us, like becoming first undisputed champ." Shawn added.
"Never the less, he could have some kind of hidden illness that could effect you all. Then what will happen if all my most valuable superstars are benched indefinitely?" Vince asked and everyone began to mutter, not thinking about that before. "Since he was never checked out officially by Dan, we never know until he will later on today."
"I understand, perhaps it is for the best." Stephanie sighed reluctantly.
"Good, then get out." Vince pointed to the door.
"Yea, but what about Chris?" Edge asked.
"Out!" Vince snapped and everyone flocked out the door. "As for you." Vince loomed over Dan and Chris. "Get the job done and report back as soon as you're done."
"Right." Dan nodded and walked out the door. "Come on Chris."
"Uh, Vince? Is the blood test really necessary?" Chris whimpered.
"Go now!" Vince roared and Chris ran out like a scared kitten. Dan took Chris to the arena where they would get the job done."
"Oops." Dan hit a small case over and a box of needles opened on the floor.
"Ah!" Chris cried, seeing the needles. Dan recalled his phobia of shots. "No, let me go!" Chris struggled to free himself of Dan's grip. "I won't do it, never!" He cried. "I'd rather stay sick forever than get a needle." Chris tried to run but he couldn't.
"Don't worry, I'm not giving you a needle." Dan replied.
"Hu?' Chris stopped running and turned around. "But Vince told us to."
"Forget that." Dan turned to Chris. "I know you and we both know that you would never do anything bad for this company. You love it, it's your life. You don't need no stinking blood test done, everyone knows you've never taken drugs."
"And I never will." Chris smiled as Dan opened the folder.
"So how about this be our little secret to go to our graves?" Dan grinned.
"And that's not a death threat right?" Jericho smirked at his little joke.
"Right." Dan nodded and filled out Jericho's papers. "No one must ever know."
"Agreed." Jericho shook his hand, once again he'd gotten off the hook. Or had he.?
"Here you are Vince." Dan handed him Jericho's folder that night.
"Good work." Vince approved. "Not an ailment in sight, nicely done." Vince smiled and Dan nodded and left. But as he closed the door Vince growled. "I knew Jericho would convince Dan not to do it. That's why it's up to me to do the job myself. Never send a pawn to do a knights job in a chess game, this chess game called life."