"Who are you gonna help today?" RVD laughed as he caught up with
Chris that night at the hotel. Chris pushed the elevator button and the
door opened. They went in.
"What do you mean?" He turned to him as the elevator door closed.
"Oh come on, you're helping everyone lately. What's up with that?" RVD asked.
"I heard that." The Hurricane said from behind them. Jericho grinned at him.
"What's up Shane?" Jericho nodded.
"Nothing much." Hurricane shrugged. RVD smiled back and tuned to Chris again.
"You're not usually like that." RVD replied.
"So, can't a guy change?" He shrugged as door opened and they got out. The next morning, RVD was walking down the hall when he noticed a flyer that all the wrestlers had received. Fozzy was doing a special performance featuring some other wrestlers. Basically, Fozzy and Hogan was a hit and other superstars wanted to try it. So Jericho agreed to have a Fozzy performance for the WWE, featuring some superstars as well.
"What is that?" RVD cocked his head and Triple H walked by.
"Hey Hunter, what's this, you know?" He asked and held it up.
"Huh, oh that." Triple H pouted. "Dam Jericho is the star. So what if it's his band? I can sing better." He began to walk back to his room when RVD sputtered.
"You, singing?" RVD tried not to laugh. Triple H held up a fist and walked on. RVD closed the door and bust up laughing so hard that he fell back onto his bed. Triple H walked into Vince's office where the other performers were. Jericho was already there.
"Chris." Triple H muttered.
"Hey Hunter." He greeted coolly. The others were Edge, Christian, The Hardy Boys, Hulk Hogan, Rikishi and Kurt Angle. The group may not seem to be something good from the start, but when together it was very remarkable. They were all talking as Triple H shoved aside from Hogan and Hogan shoved back. Triple H just pouted.
"Ok, let's practice ours song." Vince grinned.
"Oh!" Christian jumped up and down with his hand raised.
"What is it?" Vince sighed and everyone turned to him.
"Uh, what's the song again?" Christian asked and was replied with laughter.
"Oh god." Vince muttered. "It's called Balls To The Walls, for crying out loud."
"Ok, got it. Balls To The Walls For Crying Out Loud." Christian nodded and everyone laughed again. Vince pounded a fist on the wall. "What?" Christian stomped the floor and began to have a tantrum. Everyone kept on laughing, even Triple H now.
"And remember, Chris has the big solo finish." Vince reminded.
"More like big star, big showoff, big ego, big mouth, big." Triple H muttered.
"Say something Hunter?" Vince asked.
"Oh, uh, no." Triple H shook his head and sighed. They practiced.
"Good work guys, take a break and have some fun." Vince said. They all left.
"Hey, wanna go hang out?" Lita asked as she and Trish joined the group.
"Sure, let's go gang." Stephanie said, walking over.
"Hey Steph." Chris grinned. "Where'd you come from?"
"Uh, the desert?" Hulk Hogan cut in.
"Did somebody say desert?" Rikishi chimed in from the back, unnoticed.
"I was watching the practice from the doorway." Stephanie grinned and they all went out to go eat at Wendy's. As the girls talked, Chris drank his soda and looked outside. He finished his soda and began to cough again.
"What's wrong?" Benoit asked, he'd joined them in the lobby.
"I'm fine." Chris shook his head and looked up to see RVD come in.
"Hey." He noticed them and came over.
"Hey, what's up?" Chris asked and held out his hand to slap high fives.
"You ok?" RVD asked, noticing tension in Chris's voice.
"Yea." Chris shrugged cooly. "Join us?"
"Sure." RVD sat down and ate some of Chris's fries. Soon everyone was done and they decided to go to the beach and hang out.
"Volleyball anyone?" Stephanie grabbed a ball from a little kid and spun it on her finger.
"Hey." He whined.
"I'm in!" Everyone cheered as the boy ran off crying.
"Yea, go cry to momma you mommas boy!" Christian laughed at him and jeered.
"Sorry, I'll have to sit this one out." Jericho sighed and everyone was shocked. Chris was usually the most athletic, energetic one of the group.
"Me too." RVD said and sat down with him. "What's wrong man?"
"I dunno." Chris said and rubbed his neck without realizing it.
"You hurt?" RVD looked concerned.
"I guess." Chris shrugged and sighed. "I feel hurt." He slumped down.
"Let me see." RVD began to feel around his neck for a bruise or injury. "What's this?" He felt his neck. "I think you are hurt."
"Aw great, the show is tomorrow." Chris pouted. "Stupid, uh, whoever."
"I don't think it's from a match." RVD took his hand off.
"Darn, now who do I beat up to take my anger out on?" Chris folded his arms.
"Here, let me see." RVD said.
"See what?" Chris was confused.
"Inside your mouth dumbass." RVD laughed.
"Oh you think it's a tooth thing or something? Stupid dentist and his stupid fillings." Chris growled. The two turned and watched the gang play, Chris sighed, he wished he could join in. He opened his mouth and RVD grabbed his chin and peered in.
"Hmm, let's see now." RVD said in a voice that of a British scientist. He had a funny stern face to mock a scientist and Chris tried hard not to laugh. He looked around and found a stick on the ground. He cleaned it on his shorts and placed them in Chris's mouth. "This is so gross." He laughed. "Aha!" He pulled Jericho's jaw down and pushed the stick on the back of his tongue making him cough and gag. "Eww! It looks like you got tonsillitis man!" He threw the stick on the floor and shook his hands like a little girl.
"Yuck." Chris rubbed his neck and spit out pieces of stick. "What a what?" Chris was confused, so this wasn't a tooth problem after all?
"You're real sick bro." RVD put a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry."
"What?" Chris cried and cringed at the pain. "But I have nine lives!"
"Here, come with me." He took him to a doctor. "I think he has tonsillitis."
"Alright, we'll just have a look see." The doctor said and got a little light.
"Aw." Chris groaned and pouted, he disliked doctors to a tee. "Mr. Perfect."
"What?" The doctor shrugged turned on the light. "Well, uh, just open up kid."
"Pft, kid." Jericho opened his big mouth and the doctor placed the stick down on the back of his stuck out tongue. Chris hated the strange feeling of the over sized Popsicle stick, he gagged and RVD nudged him with an elbow to the gut. The doctor shone the light down his sore red throat as RVD peered over his shoulder.
"Yes, you're right. His tonsils are very infected." The doctor poked around.
"What do you suggest he do?" RVD asked. Chris closed his mouth, annoyed.
"Have him come in later on so I can give him a tonsillectomy." The doctor said.
"Can he still eat all the ice cream he wants like I did when I had mine out?" RVD asked almost like an eager little boy. The doctor nodded yes. Chris rolled his eyes.
"Speak English." Jericho growled impatiently to the doctor.
"I'm going to remove your tonsils." The doctor repeated.
"Whoa! Turn it down a bit, we all didn't go to med school." Jericho sighed.
"I an gonna operate on your throat." The doctor replied.
"Slim it down a shay, tell me in LA street talk." Jericho pouted.
"He's just playing with you." RVD put a hand on Chris to tell him to be quiet.
"No I'm not." Jericho turned to him seriously and RVD stared back shocked. They left. "So, you never answered my question. What's he gonna do?" He asked again.
"Here, look." RVD opened his mouth and Jericho looked in.
"Eww! As Christian says, that so totally reeks of grossness!" He shivered.
"See this?" RVD pointed in his throat.
"So." Jericho said to make him shut up, still confused though.
"He's gonna do surgery on you to remove them." RVD replied.
"Oh hell no he's not!" Jericho cried, nearly whimpering.
"He has to or else you could die!" RVD yelled the lie to his friend.
"But I can't die, I'm to handsome!" Jericho whined like a crybaby.
"Sure you are." He rolled his eyes. "Then we'll tell Vince what's happened." RVD replied and took his childly afraid friend to their boss, who wasn't too happy.
"He what!" Vince yelled after RVD explained everything. Chris cowered.
"You heard me, he has tonsillitis and needs to have his tonsils removed." RVD repeated getting a bit tense at his bosses angry tone of voice. "Please don't hurt me!"
"I don't wanna die Vince." Jericho sobbed and hugged his leg like a baby.
"Get off." Vince growled and pulled Jericho up by his collar. "Say ah!"
"Ah-ah!" Jericho jerked as Vince pulled his jaws apart and inspected his asset.
"Oh man, that's bad!" Vince backed up, nearly throwing Chris down. "You'd better go Chris. I don't want to loose money, err, I mean you." He straitened his tie.
"But the show!" Jericho complained, trying to make any kind of excuse.
"Go damit or your fired!" Vince pointed and Jericho meekly walked off. RVD went with him to the doctor. The operation was scheduled later that night. As the doctor stared down at the unconscious wrestler he sighed, thinking what was he going to do. The next morning, RVD came back with Rikishi, Lita, Trish and Benoit to visit their sick friend.
"How are you feeling man?" RVD asked Chris when they all arrived.
"Like hell, I wish I was dead." Jericho cried painfully and his eyes welled up. Everyone cringed back at the painful sound of Jericho's voice. "I hate it here!"
"Uh, are you gonna eat that?" Rikishi pointed to Jericho's ice cream Sunday as he licked his lips hungrily and greedily. Chris's eyes snapped open at his friend's remark.
"Well actually, I." Jericho started but the sound of a slurp and gulp cut him off. "Hey!" Chris cried. Benoit turned to Rikishi who stood before an empty bowl.
"Rikishi!" Everyone growled, giving him a mean look.
"What?" Rikishi asked, trying to look innocent but a drop of ice cream dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Why'd you do that, I was gonna eat that." Jericho was upset.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it, it was just sitting there right in front of me." He said.
"That was very rude." Lita shook her head as Rikishi twiddled his thumbs.
"Yea meanie." Trish pouted and Rikishi blushed.
"When can you leave?" RVD asked to break the tension.
"I'm leaving now, I hate all this! I want out, NOW!" He yelled but his voice didn't let him, it only came out as a raspy whisper. He jumped out of bed and stomped out the door. The other shrugged and reluctantly followed their headstrong friend.
"Ah, you're back sooner than I wished." Vine said as he saw Jericho. "Let's practice for our big show." They began to sing but stopped when Jericho was off key.
"Come on man." Hogan patted his back. They tried again but Jericho was even worse this time. Everyone laughed but they couldn't help it. Chris took a deep breath.
"I guess you're not fully healed." Vince said to Chris as he cleared his throat.
"No. This is just temporary, reschedule the show." Chris pleaded.
"Ok, we'll do it next week." Vince replied and Chris grinned. At the hotel Chris kept trying to practice but no matter what he still sounded horrible. He needed help.
"Hello?" RVD picked up his cell phone.
"Hey it's me." Chris said into his.
"Who?" RVD was confused.
"Me, Chris." Chris was shocked.
"Sure." RVD laughed.
"Really man, I'm here in the hotel with you." Chris replied.
"Prove you're really my friend." RVD shrugged.
"Ok, you're really jealous of your big brother because he stole your acting bit back in the elementary school holiday play." Chris said. "Satisfied now, Rob?"
"Whoa, Chris? That you? You sound, uh, different." RVD gulped.
"No kidding! Man I need help." Chris sobbed.
"Chill man, just come over." RVD replied and hung up, then called Vince. Soon the three, and Triple H, were all there talking about what should be done about Chris.
"I'm sorry but your new voice might get you out of the play." Vince sighed.
"New voice? No way man, I'm just sick." Chris laughed with crossed arms.
"What about the show then Vince?" RVD asked doing his standard shrug.
"I can take his part. Heck, I have four tonsils, I'm a freak of nature." Triple H joked and looked slyly at Chris who growled up at him like an angry wild cat.
"I'm sorry, but we'll just have to cancel the whole thing." Vince sighed.
"No Vince, please, give me one more chance." Chris begged.
"Ok, but I'm counting on you." Vince said and left.
"Come with me man, I have an idea." RVD took him back to the doctor.
"Ah." Chris said hoarsely as the doctor examined his still sore throat.
"Well, it seems as if you're still sick." He said as he pressed down on the stick and carefully studied the details of his still infected throat. Chris coughed again.
"What about the tonsillectomy?" RVD asked and the doctor motioned for him to come over. "What is it?" RVD whispered when they were out of the room.
"I have something to tell you Rob." The doctor sighed and whispered in his ear. RVD gasped and then they went back into the room to see Chris. "Well, you can go."
"What about." Chris began as he dropped the rubber glove he was blowing up.
"Don't worry, I know somebody who can give you some advice." RVD said. He wrote down a cell phone number of somebody who had suffered a bad effect from having his tonsils removed when he was a little kid. Chris called the number.
"Hello?" He said.
"Who is this?" Chris asked the familiar voice.
"Who's this first, and what do you want?" The other end replied.
"I'm Chris and I have something to ask you about having your tonsils out a long while back." Chris muttered embarrassed to admit the fact of his current status.
"Chris, is that you? Ha, I thought the voice sounded familiar." He laughed.
"Ditto. Uh, no offense but who is this?" Chris asked.
"It's me." He chuckled. "The Hurricane. So you had your tonsils out too? Poor guy, I know how you must feel. Hey, why don't you come on over?"
"Oh! Ok." Chris grinned and went to his hotel room. "You sound fine Helms, how come I still sound like I'm suffering from strep throat?"
"Yea. I remember now, so that's why you've been gone and acting all weird?" Hurricane asked and Chris nodded with meekly. "Don't worry." He laughed. "This is about the show haw?" Chris nodded with a slight smirk. "Well I think I can help you. See, when I was young my voice was changed when I emerged from the operation and it was hard to get through school with kids, especially at that age." Chris nodded. "Anyway, I had a Christmas play and I was the lead singer but I couldn't sing like I used to. Now, my pal liked soul music and I heard the singers had raspy voices like I did so I copied their style and was a hit. Why don't you try it?"
"I think I will. Thanks for helping me man." Chris beamed.
"Hey, just returning a favor." Hurricane laughed. Chris blushed. So that night he practiced and the show was scheduled for the next day.
"Don't fail me." Vince said to Chris and they all went on stage to perform. They all sang and Vince gulped as Chris leaped forward to do the final solo. Surprisingly, he sang amazingly and the crowd burst out cheering. Chris's grin spread all around his face as he looked around happy with excitement. He'd done it after all!
"You did it!" Everyone but Triple H ran over to him. He stood pouting.
"I knew you could." Rikishi patted his back. "Wanna buy me an ice cream?"
"Way to go." Lita danced around Chris who laughed with relief.
"Muy bien, essay." Eddie Guerrero clapped from the audience.
"That was very nice, really great!" Trish hugged him.
"Yea, I umm." Triple H came over finally, lost for words.
"You're welcome Triple H." Chris grinned proudly.
"Chris, your voice, it's back to normal!" Stephanie gasped happily.
"I'm, uh, so glad." Triple H muttered quietly, mad still.
"Yes Hunter and I'm glad to have it back too." Chris began to give one of his long speeches again, the group laughed as Triple H covered his ears. "And it seems that I didn't have to have my real voice to beat you, I am talented and can use many voices. Oh and by the way are you ready to admit that I'm just as good as you if not better?" Triple H groaned and jumped into a trash can as Chris kept talking. Everyone busted up.
"Hey, you made it." RVD turned to see the doctor.
"But I don't get it, how come Chris's voice changed back to normal all of a sudden, and after the play too?" Vince came over.
"Maybe all Chris needed to do was have the faith and confidence to believe in himself and then his voice was magically cured." Benoit suggested as the gang turned to him with a shocked, confused expression. "What, I haven't said anything in a while." He shrugged, now wishing he hadn't.
"I have to tell you the truth." The doctor blushed.
"What?" Chris asked, confused.
"I, never did the operation." The doctor admitted.
"That's great, you don't know how happy I am!" Tears of joy filled Chris's face.
"Chris." Everybody laughed and Triple H came back over and pulled a banana peel from off his shirt. He cleared his throat and approached Chris.
"So I guess I owe you an apology?" Chris turned at Hunters voice.
"Nah, remember, you're a freak of nature." Chris winked and everybody laughed.
"That was a joke." Triple H slapped his forehead and everybody kept on laughing, the doctor and Vince too. "I need a drink." They stared at him. "What, of water? God, you people!" He stormed off. Chris smiled as he watched him, amused.
"Well, we'd better get ready to leave tomorrow for our next show." Vince cut in.
"By, and good luck." The doctor left.
"By." Chris waved and then whispered. "And thank you."
"Well Chris, when you found trouble, or it found you, we all came to help." RVD said as he put a hand on his friends shoulder. Chris laughed like an embarrassed little kid.
"Yea, I guess being a nice guy pays off." Chris said as they walked back to their hotel rooms. "Huh, who could've guessed I could've gotten attention and respect just by being nice." He slowly gave a slight smile.
"So that's how to do it?" Undertaker said as he opened his hotel room door as they passed. "Wow thanks, you're a big help!"
"Nah, just doing what comes naturally." Chris laughed with a shrug.
"Whatever." RVD shrugged too and they laughed as they went to their rooms and got some sleep for their show tomorrow. Good thing Chris's voice is back to normal and he thankfully still has his tonsils and will never make that mistake again. or will he?
"What do you mean?" He turned to him as the elevator door closed.
"Oh come on, you're helping everyone lately. What's up with that?" RVD asked.
"I heard that." The Hurricane said from behind them. Jericho grinned at him.
"What's up Shane?" Jericho nodded.
"Nothing much." Hurricane shrugged. RVD smiled back and tuned to Chris again.
"You're not usually like that." RVD replied.
"So, can't a guy change?" He shrugged as door opened and they got out. The next morning, RVD was walking down the hall when he noticed a flyer that all the wrestlers had received. Fozzy was doing a special performance featuring some other wrestlers. Basically, Fozzy and Hogan was a hit and other superstars wanted to try it. So Jericho agreed to have a Fozzy performance for the WWE, featuring some superstars as well.
"What is that?" RVD cocked his head and Triple H walked by.
"Hey Hunter, what's this, you know?" He asked and held it up.
"Huh, oh that." Triple H pouted. "Dam Jericho is the star. So what if it's his band? I can sing better." He began to walk back to his room when RVD sputtered.
"You, singing?" RVD tried not to laugh. Triple H held up a fist and walked on. RVD closed the door and bust up laughing so hard that he fell back onto his bed. Triple H walked into Vince's office where the other performers were. Jericho was already there.
"Chris." Triple H muttered.
"Hey Hunter." He greeted coolly. The others were Edge, Christian, The Hardy Boys, Hulk Hogan, Rikishi and Kurt Angle. The group may not seem to be something good from the start, but when together it was very remarkable. They were all talking as Triple H shoved aside from Hogan and Hogan shoved back. Triple H just pouted.
"Ok, let's practice ours song." Vince grinned.
"Oh!" Christian jumped up and down with his hand raised.
"What is it?" Vince sighed and everyone turned to him.
"Uh, what's the song again?" Christian asked and was replied with laughter.
"Oh god." Vince muttered. "It's called Balls To The Walls, for crying out loud."
"Ok, got it. Balls To The Walls For Crying Out Loud." Christian nodded and everyone laughed again. Vince pounded a fist on the wall. "What?" Christian stomped the floor and began to have a tantrum. Everyone kept on laughing, even Triple H now.
"And remember, Chris has the big solo finish." Vince reminded.
"More like big star, big showoff, big ego, big mouth, big." Triple H muttered.
"Say something Hunter?" Vince asked.
"Oh, uh, no." Triple H shook his head and sighed. They practiced.
"Good work guys, take a break and have some fun." Vince said. They all left.
"Hey, wanna go hang out?" Lita asked as she and Trish joined the group.
"Sure, let's go gang." Stephanie said, walking over.
"Hey Steph." Chris grinned. "Where'd you come from?"
"Uh, the desert?" Hulk Hogan cut in.
"Did somebody say desert?" Rikishi chimed in from the back, unnoticed.
"I was watching the practice from the doorway." Stephanie grinned and they all went out to go eat at Wendy's. As the girls talked, Chris drank his soda and looked outside. He finished his soda and began to cough again.
"What's wrong?" Benoit asked, he'd joined them in the lobby.
"I'm fine." Chris shook his head and looked up to see RVD come in.
"Hey." He noticed them and came over.
"Hey, what's up?" Chris asked and held out his hand to slap high fives.
"You ok?" RVD asked, noticing tension in Chris's voice.
"Yea." Chris shrugged cooly. "Join us?"
"Sure." RVD sat down and ate some of Chris's fries. Soon everyone was done and they decided to go to the beach and hang out.
"Volleyball anyone?" Stephanie grabbed a ball from a little kid and spun it on her finger.
"Hey." He whined.
"I'm in!" Everyone cheered as the boy ran off crying.
"Yea, go cry to momma you mommas boy!" Christian laughed at him and jeered.
"Sorry, I'll have to sit this one out." Jericho sighed and everyone was shocked. Chris was usually the most athletic, energetic one of the group.
"Me too." RVD said and sat down with him. "What's wrong man?"
"I dunno." Chris said and rubbed his neck without realizing it.
"You hurt?" RVD looked concerned.
"I guess." Chris shrugged and sighed. "I feel hurt." He slumped down.
"Let me see." RVD began to feel around his neck for a bruise or injury. "What's this?" He felt his neck. "I think you are hurt."
"Aw great, the show is tomorrow." Chris pouted. "Stupid, uh, whoever."
"I don't think it's from a match." RVD took his hand off.
"Darn, now who do I beat up to take my anger out on?" Chris folded his arms.
"Here, let me see." RVD said.
"See what?" Chris was confused.
"Inside your mouth dumbass." RVD laughed.
"Oh you think it's a tooth thing or something? Stupid dentist and his stupid fillings." Chris growled. The two turned and watched the gang play, Chris sighed, he wished he could join in. He opened his mouth and RVD grabbed his chin and peered in.
"Hmm, let's see now." RVD said in a voice that of a British scientist. He had a funny stern face to mock a scientist and Chris tried hard not to laugh. He looked around and found a stick on the ground. He cleaned it on his shorts and placed them in Chris's mouth. "This is so gross." He laughed. "Aha!" He pulled Jericho's jaw down and pushed the stick on the back of his tongue making him cough and gag. "Eww! It looks like you got tonsillitis man!" He threw the stick on the floor and shook his hands like a little girl.
"Yuck." Chris rubbed his neck and spit out pieces of stick. "What a what?" Chris was confused, so this wasn't a tooth problem after all?
"You're real sick bro." RVD put a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry."
"What?" Chris cried and cringed at the pain. "But I have nine lives!"
"Here, come with me." He took him to a doctor. "I think he has tonsillitis."
"Alright, we'll just have a look see." The doctor said and got a little light.
"Aw." Chris groaned and pouted, he disliked doctors to a tee. "Mr. Perfect."
"What?" The doctor shrugged turned on the light. "Well, uh, just open up kid."
"Pft, kid." Jericho opened his big mouth and the doctor placed the stick down on the back of his stuck out tongue. Chris hated the strange feeling of the over sized Popsicle stick, he gagged and RVD nudged him with an elbow to the gut. The doctor shone the light down his sore red throat as RVD peered over his shoulder.
"Yes, you're right. His tonsils are very infected." The doctor poked around.
"What do you suggest he do?" RVD asked. Chris closed his mouth, annoyed.
"Have him come in later on so I can give him a tonsillectomy." The doctor said.
"Can he still eat all the ice cream he wants like I did when I had mine out?" RVD asked almost like an eager little boy. The doctor nodded yes. Chris rolled his eyes.
"Speak English." Jericho growled impatiently to the doctor.
"I'm going to remove your tonsils." The doctor repeated.
"Whoa! Turn it down a bit, we all didn't go to med school." Jericho sighed.
"I an gonna operate on your throat." The doctor replied.
"Slim it down a shay, tell me in LA street talk." Jericho pouted.
"He's just playing with you." RVD put a hand on Chris to tell him to be quiet.
"No I'm not." Jericho turned to him seriously and RVD stared back shocked. They left. "So, you never answered my question. What's he gonna do?" He asked again.
"Here, look." RVD opened his mouth and Jericho looked in.
"Eww! As Christian says, that so totally reeks of grossness!" He shivered.
"See this?" RVD pointed in his throat.
"So." Jericho said to make him shut up, still confused though.
"He's gonna do surgery on you to remove them." RVD replied.
"Oh hell no he's not!" Jericho cried, nearly whimpering.
"He has to or else you could die!" RVD yelled the lie to his friend.
"But I can't die, I'm to handsome!" Jericho whined like a crybaby.
"Sure you are." He rolled his eyes. "Then we'll tell Vince what's happened." RVD replied and took his childly afraid friend to their boss, who wasn't too happy.
"He what!" Vince yelled after RVD explained everything. Chris cowered.
"You heard me, he has tonsillitis and needs to have his tonsils removed." RVD repeated getting a bit tense at his bosses angry tone of voice. "Please don't hurt me!"
"I don't wanna die Vince." Jericho sobbed and hugged his leg like a baby.
"Get off." Vince growled and pulled Jericho up by his collar. "Say ah!"
"Ah-ah!" Jericho jerked as Vince pulled his jaws apart and inspected his asset.
"Oh man, that's bad!" Vince backed up, nearly throwing Chris down. "You'd better go Chris. I don't want to loose money, err, I mean you." He straitened his tie.
"But the show!" Jericho complained, trying to make any kind of excuse.
"Go damit or your fired!" Vince pointed and Jericho meekly walked off. RVD went with him to the doctor. The operation was scheduled later that night. As the doctor stared down at the unconscious wrestler he sighed, thinking what was he going to do. The next morning, RVD came back with Rikishi, Lita, Trish and Benoit to visit their sick friend.
"How are you feeling man?" RVD asked Chris when they all arrived.
"Like hell, I wish I was dead." Jericho cried painfully and his eyes welled up. Everyone cringed back at the painful sound of Jericho's voice. "I hate it here!"
"Uh, are you gonna eat that?" Rikishi pointed to Jericho's ice cream Sunday as he licked his lips hungrily and greedily. Chris's eyes snapped open at his friend's remark.
"Well actually, I." Jericho started but the sound of a slurp and gulp cut him off. "Hey!" Chris cried. Benoit turned to Rikishi who stood before an empty bowl.
"Rikishi!" Everyone growled, giving him a mean look.
"What?" Rikishi asked, trying to look innocent but a drop of ice cream dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Why'd you do that, I was gonna eat that." Jericho was upset.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help it, it was just sitting there right in front of me." He said.
"That was very rude." Lita shook her head as Rikishi twiddled his thumbs.
"Yea meanie." Trish pouted and Rikishi blushed.
"When can you leave?" RVD asked to break the tension.
"I'm leaving now, I hate all this! I want out, NOW!" He yelled but his voice didn't let him, it only came out as a raspy whisper. He jumped out of bed and stomped out the door. The other shrugged and reluctantly followed their headstrong friend.
"Ah, you're back sooner than I wished." Vine said as he saw Jericho. "Let's practice for our big show." They began to sing but stopped when Jericho was off key.
"Come on man." Hogan patted his back. They tried again but Jericho was even worse this time. Everyone laughed but they couldn't help it. Chris took a deep breath.
"I guess you're not fully healed." Vince said to Chris as he cleared his throat.
"No. This is just temporary, reschedule the show." Chris pleaded.
"Ok, we'll do it next week." Vince replied and Chris grinned. At the hotel Chris kept trying to practice but no matter what he still sounded horrible. He needed help.
"Hello?" RVD picked up his cell phone.
"Hey it's me." Chris said into his.
"Who?" RVD was confused.
"Me, Chris." Chris was shocked.
"Sure." RVD laughed.
"Really man, I'm here in the hotel with you." Chris replied.
"Prove you're really my friend." RVD shrugged.
"Ok, you're really jealous of your big brother because he stole your acting bit back in the elementary school holiday play." Chris said. "Satisfied now, Rob?"
"Whoa, Chris? That you? You sound, uh, different." RVD gulped.
"No kidding! Man I need help." Chris sobbed.
"Chill man, just come over." RVD replied and hung up, then called Vince. Soon the three, and Triple H, were all there talking about what should be done about Chris.
"I'm sorry but your new voice might get you out of the play." Vince sighed.
"New voice? No way man, I'm just sick." Chris laughed with crossed arms.
"What about the show then Vince?" RVD asked doing his standard shrug.
"I can take his part. Heck, I have four tonsils, I'm a freak of nature." Triple H joked and looked slyly at Chris who growled up at him like an angry wild cat.
"I'm sorry, but we'll just have to cancel the whole thing." Vince sighed.
"No Vince, please, give me one more chance." Chris begged.
"Ok, but I'm counting on you." Vince said and left.
"Come with me man, I have an idea." RVD took him back to the doctor.
"Ah." Chris said hoarsely as the doctor examined his still sore throat.
"Well, it seems as if you're still sick." He said as he pressed down on the stick and carefully studied the details of his still infected throat. Chris coughed again.
"What about the tonsillectomy?" RVD asked and the doctor motioned for him to come over. "What is it?" RVD whispered when they were out of the room.
"I have something to tell you Rob." The doctor sighed and whispered in his ear. RVD gasped and then they went back into the room to see Chris. "Well, you can go."
"What about." Chris began as he dropped the rubber glove he was blowing up.
"Don't worry, I know somebody who can give you some advice." RVD said. He wrote down a cell phone number of somebody who had suffered a bad effect from having his tonsils removed when he was a little kid. Chris called the number.
"Hello?" He said.
"Who is this?" Chris asked the familiar voice.
"Who's this first, and what do you want?" The other end replied.
"I'm Chris and I have something to ask you about having your tonsils out a long while back." Chris muttered embarrassed to admit the fact of his current status.
"Chris, is that you? Ha, I thought the voice sounded familiar." He laughed.
"Ditto. Uh, no offense but who is this?" Chris asked.
"It's me." He chuckled. "The Hurricane. So you had your tonsils out too? Poor guy, I know how you must feel. Hey, why don't you come on over?"
"Oh! Ok." Chris grinned and went to his hotel room. "You sound fine Helms, how come I still sound like I'm suffering from strep throat?"
"Yea. I remember now, so that's why you've been gone and acting all weird?" Hurricane asked and Chris nodded with meekly. "Don't worry." He laughed. "This is about the show haw?" Chris nodded with a slight smirk. "Well I think I can help you. See, when I was young my voice was changed when I emerged from the operation and it was hard to get through school with kids, especially at that age." Chris nodded. "Anyway, I had a Christmas play and I was the lead singer but I couldn't sing like I used to. Now, my pal liked soul music and I heard the singers had raspy voices like I did so I copied their style and was a hit. Why don't you try it?"
"I think I will. Thanks for helping me man." Chris beamed.
"Hey, just returning a favor." Hurricane laughed. Chris blushed. So that night he practiced and the show was scheduled for the next day.
"Don't fail me." Vince said to Chris and they all went on stage to perform. They all sang and Vince gulped as Chris leaped forward to do the final solo. Surprisingly, he sang amazingly and the crowd burst out cheering. Chris's grin spread all around his face as he looked around happy with excitement. He'd done it after all!
"You did it!" Everyone but Triple H ran over to him. He stood pouting.
"I knew you could." Rikishi patted his back. "Wanna buy me an ice cream?"
"Way to go." Lita danced around Chris who laughed with relief.
"Muy bien, essay." Eddie Guerrero clapped from the audience.
"That was very nice, really great!" Trish hugged him.
"Yea, I umm." Triple H came over finally, lost for words.
"You're welcome Triple H." Chris grinned proudly.
"Chris, your voice, it's back to normal!" Stephanie gasped happily.
"I'm, uh, so glad." Triple H muttered quietly, mad still.
"Yes Hunter and I'm glad to have it back too." Chris began to give one of his long speeches again, the group laughed as Triple H covered his ears. "And it seems that I didn't have to have my real voice to beat you, I am talented and can use many voices. Oh and by the way are you ready to admit that I'm just as good as you if not better?" Triple H groaned and jumped into a trash can as Chris kept talking. Everyone busted up.
"Hey, you made it." RVD turned to see the doctor.
"But I don't get it, how come Chris's voice changed back to normal all of a sudden, and after the play too?" Vince came over.
"Maybe all Chris needed to do was have the faith and confidence to believe in himself and then his voice was magically cured." Benoit suggested as the gang turned to him with a shocked, confused expression. "What, I haven't said anything in a while." He shrugged, now wishing he hadn't.
"I have to tell you the truth." The doctor blushed.
"What?" Chris asked, confused.
"I, never did the operation." The doctor admitted.
"That's great, you don't know how happy I am!" Tears of joy filled Chris's face.
"Chris." Everybody laughed and Triple H came back over and pulled a banana peel from off his shirt. He cleared his throat and approached Chris.
"So I guess I owe you an apology?" Chris turned at Hunters voice.
"Nah, remember, you're a freak of nature." Chris winked and everybody laughed.
"That was a joke." Triple H slapped his forehead and everybody kept on laughing, the doctor and Vince too. "I need a drink." They stared at him. "What, of water? God, you people!" He stormed off. Chris smiled as he watched him, amused.
"Well, we'd better get ready to leave tomorrow for our next show." Vince cut in.
"By, and good luck." The doctor left.
"By." Chris waved and then whispered. "And thank you."
"Well Chris, when you found trouble, or it found you, we all came to help." RVD said as he put a hand on his friends shoulder. Chris laughed like an embarrassed little kid.
"Yea, I guess being a nice guy pays off." Chris said as they walked back to their hotel rooms. "Huh, who could've guessed I could've gotten attention and respect just by being nice." He slowly gave a slight smile.
"So that's how to do it?" Undertaker said as he opened his hotel room door as they passed. "Wow thanks, you're a big help!"
"Nah, just doing what comes naturally." Chris laughed with a shrug.
"Whatever." RVD shrugged too and they laughed as they went to their rooms and got some sleep for their show tomorrow. Good thing Chris's voice is back to normal and he thankfully still has his tonsils and will never make that mistake again. or will he?