I walk into Bitch-off's office and he looks up from his laptop. He
picks up my script and tosses it towards me. "There's your script. Call
Steph, okay? She's worried sick."
"Well, I would've called her last week, but someone forbid me to tell his girlfriend anything about what's been happening around here lately." I shoot him a dark look.
Eric sighs, "Look Chris, I really don't have time for this right now. Steve Austin hasn't been responding to my e-mails or messages, and I may lose my job tonight. Steph may be my girlfriend, but she's also my competition. Don't forget that."
"Yeah, Eric. Well don't you forget that your competition is my best friend."
He just goes back to his typing. "Go read your script; I'll see you later tonight."
I turn and leave the room. It is true that Steph is his competition; furthermore his competition with job security. Vince'd never dream of firing Daddy's little girl.
I get to my lockeroom and hang my bag up, sitting down on one of the room's benches. I start skimming my script, stopping when I see my name. I jump up off of the bench when I read one certain line.
Moments later, I storm back into Bitch-off's office without even bothering to knock. He looks up at me as I yell. "You want me to call her, what?!"
As soon as my match ends, I walk back into Bischoff's office. I thought that waiting to say something until after my match would give me a while to cool down. I was definatley wrong; now I was more pissed than before. "I don't believe that you made me call her that."
Morely shoots me a surprised look, "Well it is in your character's personality to say something like that."
"Whatever. Just know that that will never ever happen again. And, by the way, I hope Vince fires both of your asses. Jeff Hardy could run RAW better than the pair of you combined." I turn around and run out of the office before they can respond. My cell phone is already out and dialed by the time that I get to my lockeroom. I sigh. "C'mon. pick up."
On the fourth ring, I get an awnser. "Stephanie McMahon."
"Hey Steph, it's me Chris."
The tone of her voice changes from buisness-like to concerned. "What's up, Chris?"
"You're watching RAW tonight, right Steph?"
"Yeah, so.?"
"Did you happen to catch the last segment? The part where I had to call Stacey Kiebler a 'broad'."
"Yeah." Her voice now has a hint of confusion in it. "Acting in character has never bothered you this much before. Not even when you had to call me a 'bottom-feeding, trash bag, ho'."
"That was different. You knew that I was just teasing you. We were always like that. It just, I don't know." I pause for a minute and take a deep breath, "Bothers me that they had me call her that as if she means nothing to." I catch myself before I say 'me', but Steph knows me well to well not to catch it.
A long pause. "She doesn't mean anything to you, does she, Chris?" I carefully read the emotion in her voice. Deep-rooted concern. She takes my silence as a yes. "Shit, Chris, if Andrew finds out, he's gonna kill you. What about Stacey? Does she know?"
"I. I don't think so."
"Damn, Chris, you certainly are in deep shit. Oh, and not to change the subject, but." Her tone changes to stern with a trace of amusement," Did you really tell me boyfriend that Jeff Hardy can run RAW better than he can?"
I chuckle, imagining how her eyebrows are raised, the way they get when she's trying really hard not to laugh. "Nope. I said he could run it better than both your boyfriend and his pet assistant."
"You know that he didn't find that funny in the least bit, right? After all, Hardy isn't the brightest bulb on the tree."
"Really, you could've fooled me."
Finally I get a laugh out of her. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, that all of that dye has soaked into his brain." I chuckle, "I was just pissed. But I think that I got my point across."
"Chris, watch your back, okay? You know how vindictive Eric can be, and I have no influence on RAW whatsoever.."
"I'll be fine, Steph. I have to get going. I'll call you later tonight?" I make the last part a question, knowing how busy she is with Smackdown!. I'm seriously beginning to regret my decision to move to RAW.
"You'd better. Talk to you later, Chris." I hang up my cell phone and slip it back into my bag. I sit there for a moment longer before getting up and turning on the tv. I can wait to take a shower; I wouldn't miss Vince's announcement for the world.
I smirk for a moment longer, glad that that pain in the ass, Bitch- off, is out of my hair. Vince hadn't announced his decision to the crew before he went to the ring; he wanted to make Eric sweat longer. I don't blame him one bit. At least something's gone right tonight. I snatch up my cell phone and pause for a moment, giving him enough time to get back to his office before dialing his cell phone.
"This had better be good ." Eric's voice sounds really stressed, then again I'd be the same way if I had just lost my job. To anyone else, I'd be nice and consoling, but to Bitch-off .
I smirk evilly. Finally a chance to get back at the man who's been a thorn in my side for months. I know that Steph is gonna be pissed about this, but what the hell. "Yes, I'm calling from the unemployment office . just making sure that I should reserve your place in line ."
"JERICHO!!!"
Uh-oh, Bitch-off sounds pissed. Good. "Bitch-off, you've been a total bastard towards everyone in this company since you got here. So, I think that Vince said it best. Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, good-" The other end of the phone goes dead, and I grin. Bitch-off has such a bad temper.
After I thoroughly enjoy watching the Dudleys' pound Morley into a bloody pulp, I get up and walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Things are most definitely looking up.
I've just finished getting dressed when Jay comes tearing into the locker room at full speed, nearly colliding with me. I jump back, and shoot him a look. "Geez, Jay, where's the fire?"
"Have you . taunted . Bitch-off . yet?" He pants, completely out of breath. He starts frantically stuffing his gear into his bag; he's most definitely not organized.
"Yeah, I called him before I showered. It was great; you shoulda heard his voice . " The look on my tag-team partner's face makes me stop talking. "Jay, what's wrong?"
"Bad news. J.R. got Austin signed. Vince reversed his decision . Eric's still the boss."
"Shit." I grab my bag, for once glad that I'm neater than most of the other Superstars. "We gotta get out of here."
Jay tosses me his rental car's keys. "Get the car started. I'll be there in a sec."
I take off down the hall, wondering how bad Eric's revenge is going to be. All I know is that he's pissed and I'm in his line of fire. I know that I'm in deep shit. Here's hoping that I can get out of it.
Author's note- Alright, the reason for the really short chapter is because I'm behind on the story. I should have a longer chapter next time, knock on wood . **grabs her Jericho muse and knocks on his head**
Jericho: Hey!
Author: Well, all of the sawdust that's up there should be good for something .
Jericho: Now you definitely have me confused for Jeff Hardy. I'm the KING of the WORLD, dammit.
Author: **laughs** You do realize that you sounded like Vince McMahon there, right?
Jericho: **thinks for a moment** NOOOOO!!!! **runs out of the room, still screaming at the top of his lungs in horror**
Author: I knew that'd get rid of him . **laughs evilly** Well, I think that that just made up for the short chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews that I've gotten so far; please post more . Pretty pwease . **gives you the puppy-dog look**
"Well, I would've called her last week, but someone forbid me to tell his girlfriend anything about what's been happening around here lately." I shoot him a dark look.
Eric sighs, "Look Chris, I really don't have time for this right now. Steve Austin hasn't been responding to my e-mails or messages, and I may lose my job tonight. Steph may be my girlfriend, but she's also my competition. Don't forget that."
"Yeah, Eric. Well don't you forget that your competition is my best friend."
He just goes back to his typing. "Go read your script; I'll see you later tonight."
I turn and leave the room. It is true that Steph is his competition; furthermore his competition with job security. Vince'd never dream of firing Daddy's little girl.
I get to my lockeroom and hang my bag up, sitting down on one of the room's benches. I start skimming my script, stopping when I see my name. I jump up off of the bench when I read one certain line.
Moments later, I storm back into Bitch-off's office without even bothering to knock. He looks up at me as I yell. "You want me to call her, what?!"
As soon as my match ends, I walk back into Bischoff's office. I thought that waiting to say something until after my match would give me a while to cool down. I was definatley wrong; now I was more pissed than before. "I don't believe that you made me call her that."
Morely shoots me a surprised look, "Well it is in your character's personality to say something like that."
"Whatever. Just know that that will never ever happen again. And, by the way, I hope Vince fires both of your asses. Jeff Hardy could run RAW better than the pair of you combined." I turn around and run out of the office before they can respond. My cell phone is already out and dialed by the time that I get to my lockeroom. I sigh. "C'mon. pick up."
On the fourth ring, I get an awnser. "Stephanie McMahon."
"Hey Steph, it's me Chris."
The tone of her voice changes from buisness-like to concerned. "What's up, Chris?"
"You're watching RAW tonight, right Steph?"
"Yeah, so.?"
"Did you happen to catch the last segment? The part where I had to call Stacey Kiebler a 'broad'."
"Yeah." Her voice now has a hint of confusion in it. "Acting in character has never bothered you this much before. Not even when you had to call me a 'bottom-feeding, trash bag, ho'."
"That was different. You knew that I was just teasing you. We were always like that. It just, I don't know." I pause for a minute and take a deep breath, "Bothers me that they had me call her that as if she means nothing to." I catch myself before I say 'me', but Steph knows me well to well not to catch it.
A long pause. "She doesn't mean anything to you, does she, Chris?" I carefully read the emotion in her voice. Deep-rooted concern. She takes my silence as a yes. "Shit, Chris, if Andrew finds out, he's gonna kill you. What about Stacey? Does she know?"
"I. I don't think so."
"Damn, Chris, you certainly are in deep shit. Oh, and not to change the subject, but." Her tone changes to stern with a trace of amusement," Did you really tell me boyfriend that Jeff Hardy can run RAW better than he can?"
I chuckle, imagining how her eyebrows are raised, the way they get when she's trying really hard not to laugh. "Nope. I said he could run it better than both your boyfriend and his pet assistant."
"You know that he didn't find that funny in the least bit, right? After all, Hardy isn't the brightest bulb on the tree."
"Really, you could've fooled me."
Finally I get a laugh out of her. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, that all of that dye has soaked into his brain." I chuckle, "I was just pissed. But I think that I got my point across."
"Chris, watch your back, okay? You know how vindictive Eric can be, and I have no influence on RAW whatsoever.."
"I'll be fine, Steph. I have to get going. I'll call you later tonight?" I make the last part a question, knowing how busy she is with Smackdown!. I'm seriously beginning to regret my decision to move to RAW.
"You'd better. Talk to you later, Chris." I hang up my cell phone and slip it back into my bag. I sit there for a moment longer before getting up and turning on the tv. I can wait to take a shower; I wouldn't miss Vince's announcement for the world.
I smirk for a moment longer, glad that that pain in the ass, Bitch- off, is out of my hair. Vince hadn't announced his decision to the crew before he went to the ring; he wanted to make Eric sweat longer. I don't blame him one bit. At least something's gone right tonight. I snatch up my cell phone and pause for a moment, giving him enough time to get back to his office before dialing his cell phone.
"This had better be good ." Eric's voice sounds really stressed, then again I'd be the same way if I had just lost my job. To anyone else, I'd be nice and consoling, but to Bitch-off .
I smirk evilly. Finally a chance to get back at the man who's been a thorn in my side for months. I know that Steph is gonna be pissed about this, but what the hell. "Yes, I'm calling from the unemployment office . just making sure that I should reserve your place in line ."
"JERICHO!!!"
Uh-oh, Bitch-off sounds pissed. Good. "Bitch-off, you've been a total bastard towards everyone in this company since you got here. So, I think that Vince said it best. Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, good-" The other end of the phone goes dead, and I grin. Bitch-off has such a bad temper.
After I thoroughly enjoy watching the Dudleys' pound Morley into a bloody pulp, I get up and walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Things are most definitely looking up.
I've just finished getting dressed when Jay comes tearing into the locker room at full speed, nearly colliding with me. I jump back, and shoot him a look. "Geez, Jay, where's the fire?"
"Have you . taunted . Bitch-off . yet?" He pants, completely out of breath. He starts frantically stuffing his gear into his bag; he's most definitely not organized.
"Yeah, I called him before I showered. It was great; you shoulda heard his voice . " The look on my tag-team partner's face makes me stop talking. "Jay, what's wrong?"
"Bad news. J.R. got Austin signed. Vince reversed his decision . Eric's still the boss."
"Shit." I grab my bag, for once glad that I'm neater than most of the other Superstars. "We gotta get out of here."
Jay tosses me his rental car's keys. "Get the car started. I'll be there in a sec."
I take off down the hall, wondering how bad Eric's revenge is going to be. All I know is that he's pissed and I'm in his line of fire. I know that I'm in deep shit. Here's hoping that I can get out of it.
Author's note- Alright, the reason for the really short chapter is because I'm behind on the story. I should have a longer chapter next time, knock on wood . **grabs her Jericho muse and knocks on his head**
Jericho: Hey!
Author: Well, all of the sawdust that's up there should be good for something .
Jericho: Now you definitely have me confused for Jeff Hardy. I'm the KING of the WORLD, dammit.
Author: **laughs** You do realize that you sounded like Vince McMahon there, right?
Jericho: **thinks for a moment** NOOOOO!!!! **runs out of the room, still screaming at the top of his lungs in horror**
Author: I knew that'd get rid of him . **laughs evilly** Well, I think that that just made up for the short chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews that I've gotten so far; please post more . Pretty pwease . **gives you the puppy-dog look**