One night, at Chicago 'Maximum Security' State Penitentiary....
Crash! 'Reerr, reerr.' The siren of the Illinois prison scream in the middle of the night. Suddenly spots of light dot the darkness, searchlights are blaring. "We have you surrounded, give up and come out with your hands behind your head." One cop says in a megaphone. There has just been a breakout and somebody was escaping. They had to catch him before....
"Sir!" A younger officer ran over to the chief. "We've lost him, he has escaped."
"Ah damit!"
"Sir, what do you propose we do?"
"I don't know son, all I do know is that we've just unleashed a terrible travesty upon the world."
The headlines the next day: Notorious Jewel Thief Escapes Prison World Renown Criminal On The Loose WWE Goes To Texas For WrestleMania
Elsewhere, a few days later...
It's in the afternoon in Dallas, the hotel room is dark but the rattle of the card key of the door breaks the silence. As the door opens, the light fills in to reveal a three-bed hotel suite. "Here we are kids, our new home." Chris Benoit turned on the light.
"Kid? Home? Shut up Benoit." Undisputed Champion, Chris Jericho, smirked to his best friend.
"This is fun. I get to be with you two for a week to promote WrestleMania." Trish Stratus sighed to herself, but couldn't help but smile at the two friendly rivals.
"You know, you should be honored to travel with me." Jericho pointed out.
"Ha, like that's a privilege? It's really more of an obligation." Benoit replied.
"Or a torture." Trish added.
The three laughed as they put their bags on their beds. Benoit took the bed closest to the door, Trish got the middle one, and Jericho was at the end by the window. Jericho and Trish finished first, so they decided to go get something to eat at the hotel cafeteria. Benoit soon finished too and decided to take a rest from the flight from Florida, he had jet lag. When all of a sudden....
"RAH!"
"AH!" Benoit jumped at the sound. But as his heart raced, he looked up to hear the sound of laughter. It was Jericho. "Oh, I'm so sorry, is it an official holiday to scare your best friend out of his life?" Benoit groaned as he got his heart rate back down to normal.
"Aw come on Benoit, lighten up and have a little fun." Jericho put his arm on Benoit's shoulder.
"Yea, well, would you mind keeping your distance? People might think that we're gay." Benoit shoved it off and pushed Jericho away.
"Ok, whatever you say man." Jericho shook his head and walked off. Benoit sat back down only to have Jericho throwing his pillow at him, and walk off laughing.
"When will he ever act his age?" Benoit picked up the pillow and put it back on Jericho's bed. Jericho had left the hotel room and Benoit decided to follow his example and go take a walk. "Gah!" He stopped in his tracks when he saw something on the billboard posted on the wall.
"Benoit? What is it?" Trish came out of the elevator when she heard his gasp.
"Look at that headline! World Renown Criminal On The Loose."
"Oh no, that notorious jewel thief they caught up in Milwaukee? Good thing we're in Texas, that guy can be creepy."
"I wouldn't be so calm if I was you." A strange voice cut into their conversation. Benoit and Trish gasped, shocked, and turned around to find the owner of the voice.
"Hello, whose there?" Benoit called.
"Don't be afraid, I'm sorry I scared you." A man came out of the hotel room down the hall. "So, what do you think of that jewel thief hu, now he's scary."
"Yea, well we don't need to be afraid, after all." Benoit folded his arms as they walked over.
"That's right, we've got our own champion bodyguard on our side." Trish nodded and turned her head into the elevator as Chris Jericho walked out and into their room.
"Yea so what, he's got a gold title." The man replied but then cried, "A gold title! Don't you see, he has a golden belt. He must be the jewel thief."
"Chris, a jewel thief?" Benoit laughed at the idea. "Not if is life depended on it."
"Yea that's silly, he's our friend." Trish agreed. "How could he possibly be a killer?"
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that. For all you know he could be a burglary expert, he could rob and kill us all while we sleep!" The man shivered.
"I think you've had a few too many drinks tonight." Trish shook her head.
"Yea, come on, let's get back to our room, I'm tired." Benoit said and they went back.
That night, as they slept, Benoit woke up in the middle of the night to hear Trish talking in her sleep. "I love being pretty." She said as she snored. But as Benoit listened, he could also hear Jericho saying something, and it sounded something like "I love pretty things, stealing pretty things." Benoit began to shiver, maybe that drunk little man wasn't as crazy as Trish thought. The next morning, Trish was waking up when....
"Benoit?" She gasped, rolling over to find him in her bed.
"Quiet Trish, I need to tell you something." Benoit whispered. "I think that man we talked to yesterday wasn't so wrong. Chris could be the jewel thief."
"That's impossible, how was he in jail if he was on TV? How was he in Chicago when we were in Florida?"
"Well, if not the jewel thief, maybe his accomplice? I mean look at him, sleeping with that belt." Benoit pointed to the sleeping wrestler who cuddled the title in his sleep. "I bet he's got a few other secret things we don't know about."
"I have a feeling that you're going to do something drastic."
"Yea, you're right, I am. But first we gotta get Jericho out of here."
"Yawn." Jericho sat up and stretched, rubbing his hair out of his face. "Hey guys."
"Oh, hi Jericho." Benoit began to think of a diversion. "Hey, did you hear, there's a free pancake breakfast downstairs. Me and Trish already went but you'd better hurry before they run out."
"Oh, uh, ok." Jericho said, a little confused. He got up and left the hotel room.
"Hey, you know Jericho eats like a bottomless pit. That lie was really mean." Trish frowned.
"Come on, let's look through his bag." Benoit opened Jericho's duffel bag full of stuff. He threw out his cloths, a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste and, "Aha! Look what I found." He pulled out a jewelry box. "And what do you call that?"
"Probably the anniversary present he said he was gonna buy for his wife."
"Oh and look at this." Benoit found a small leather case. "It's got a really fancy necklace in it."
"That must be the necklace he was buying for his mom's birthday next week."
"Ah, this one's the worst of all, it's a Rolex!"
"That's the watch Jericho was fixing for his dad, it broke remember?"
"Look, just face the facts. Jericho is a jewel thief, can't you see?"
"No, but I do see Jericho." Trish looked out the door to see Jericho coming out of the elevator and walking down the hall.
"What, oh no! Gotta clean up, put all of this stuff back." Benoit hurried. He struggled with the zipper but zipped to quickly and his shirt got stuck. Jericho walked in.
"Benoit, I didn't see anything of a free pancake breakfast. They said you have to pay."
"Well, I guess when they run out of syrup the whole thing's all over."
"Look Benoit, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were just trying to get rid of me so you could, uh..." Jericho looked over and saw Benoit's shirt stuck in his duffel bag zipper. "Look through my stuff?"
"What, me? Come on man, you can trust me, we're your friends."
"Ok, whatever you say." Jericho just shrugged and went into the bathroom to brush his hair.
Is Benoit going over the edge, or is Trish right about the man, is he just a drunk fan who doesn't like Jericho, or is Chris really a jewel thief after all? Find out in the next chapter.
Crash! 'Reerr, reerr.' The siren of the Illinois prison scream in the middle of the night. Suddenly spots of light dot the darkness, searchlights are blaring. "We have you surrounded, give up and come out with your hands behind your head." One cop says in a megaphone. There has just been a breakout and somebody was escaping. They had to catch him before....
"Sir!" A younger officer ran over to the chief. "We've lost him, he has escaped."
"Ah damit!"
"Sir, what do you propose we do?"
"I don't know son, all I do know is that we've just unleashed a terrible travesty upon the world."
The headlines the next day: Notorious Jewel Thief Escapes Prison World Renown Criminal On The Loose WWE Goes To Texas For WrestleMania
Elsewhere, a few days later...
It's in the afternoon in Dallas, the hotel room is dark but the rattle of the card key of the door breaks the silence. As the door opens, the light fills in to reveal a three-bed hotel suite. "Here we are kids, our new home." Chris Benoit turned on the light.
"Kid? Home? Shut up Benoit." Undisputed Champion, Chris Jericho, smirked to his best friend.
"This is fun. I get to be with you two for a week to promote WrestleMania." Trish Stratus sighed to herself, but couldn't help but smile at the two friendly rivals.
"You know, you should be honored to travel with me." Jericho pointed out.
"Ha, like that's a privilege? It's really more of an obligation." Benoit replied.
"Or a torture." Trish added.
The three laughed as they put their bags on their beds. Benoit took the bed closest to the door, Trish got the middle one, and Jericho was at the end by the window. Jericho and Trish finished first, so they decided to go get something to eat at the hotel cafeteria. Benoit soon finished too and decided to take a rest from the flight from Florida, he had jet lag. When all of a sudden....
"RAH!"
"AH!" Benoit jumped at the sound. But as his heart raced, he looked up to hear the sound of laughter. It was Jericho. "Oh, I'm so sorry, is it an official holiday to scare your best friend out of his life?" Benoit groaned as he got his heart rate back down to normal.
"Aw come on Benoit, lighten up and have a little fun." Jericho put his arm on Benoit's shoulder.
"Yea, well, would you mind keeping your distance? People might think that we're gay." Benoit shoved it off and pushed Jericho away.
"Ok, whatever you say man." Jericho shook his head and walked off. Benoit sat back down only to have Jericho throwing his pillow at him, and walk off laughing.
"When will he ever act his age?" Benoit picked up the pillow and put it back on Jericho's bed. Jericho had left the hotel room and Benoit decided to follow his example and go take a walk. "Gah!" He stopped in his tracks when he saw something on the billboard posted on the wall.
"Benoit? What is it?" Trish came out of the elevator when she heard his gasp.
"Look at that headline! World Renown Criminal On The Loose."
"Oh no, that notorious jewel thief they caught up in Milwaukee? Good thing we're in Texas, that guy can be creepy."
"I wouldn't be so calm if I was you." A strange voice cut into their conversation. Benoit and Trish gasped, shocked, and turned around to find the owner of the voice.
"Hello, whose there?" Benoit called.
"Don't be afraid, I'm sorry I scared you." A man came out of the hotel room down the hall. "So, what do you think of that jewel thief hu, now he's scary."
"Yea, well we don't need to be afraid, after all." Benoit folded his arms as they walked over.
"That's right, we've got our own champion bodyguard on our side." Trish nodded and turned her head into the elevator as Chris Jericho walked out and into their room.
"Yea so what, he's got a gold title." The man replied but then cried, "A gold title! Don't you see, he has a golden belt. He must be the jewel thief."
"Chris, a jewel thief?" Benoit laughed at the idea. "Not if is life depended on it."
"Yea that's silly, he's our friend." Trish agreed. "How could he possibly be a killer?"
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that. For all you know he could be a burglary expert, he could rob and kill us all while we sleep!" The man shivered.
"I think you've had a few too many drinks tonight." Trish shook her head.
"Yea, come on, let's get back to our room, I'm tired." Benoit said and they went back.
That night, as they slept, Benoit woke up in the middle of the night to hear Trish talking in her sleep. "I love being pretty." She said as she snored. But as Benoit listened, he could also hear Jericho saying something, and it sounded something like "I love pretty things, stealing pretty things." Benoit began to shiver, maybe that drunk little man wasn't as crazy as Trish thought. The next morning, Trish was waking up when....
"Benoit?" She gasped, rolling over to find him in her bed.
"Quiet Trish, I need to tell you something." Benoit whispered. "I think that man we talked to yesterday wasn't so wrong. Chris could be the jewel thief."
"That's impossible, how was he in jail if he was on TV? How was he in Chicago when we were in Florida?"
"Well, if not the jewel thief, maybe his accomplice? I mean look at him, sleeping with that belt." Benoit pointed to the sleeping wrestler who cuddled the title in his sleep. "I bet he's got a few other secret things we don't know about."
"I have a feeling that you're going to do something drastic."
"Yea, you're right, I am. But first we gotta get Jericho out of here."
"Yawn." Jericho sat up and stretched, rubbing his hair out of his face. "Hey guys."
"Oh, hi Jericho." Benoit began to think of a diversion. "Hey, did you hear, there's a free pancake breakfast downstairs. Me and Trish already went but you'd better hurry before they run out."
"Oh, uh, ok." Jericho said, a little confused. He got up and left the hotel room.
"Hey, you know Jericho eats like a bottomless pit. That lie was really mean." Trish frowned.
"Come on, let's look through his bag." Benoit opened Jericho's duffel bag full of stuff. He threw out his cloths, a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste and, "Aha! Look what I found." He pulled out a jewelry box. "And what do you call that?"
"Probably the anniversary present he said he was gonna buy for his wife."
"Oh and look at this." Benoit found a small leather case. "It's got a really fancy necklace in it."
"That must be the necklace he was buying for his mom's birthday next week."
"Ah, this one's the worst of all, it's a Rolex!"
"That's the watch Jericho was fixing for his dad, it broke remember?"
"Look, just face the facts. Jericho is a jewel thief, can't you see?"
"No, but I do see Jericho." Trish looked out the door to see Jericho coming out of the elevator and walking down the hall.
"What, oh no! Gotta clean up, put all of this stuff back." Benoit hurried. He struggled with the zipper but zipped to quickly and his shirt got stuck. Jericho walked in.
"Benoit, I didn't see anything of a free pancake breakfast. They said you have to pay."
"Well, I guess when they run out of syrup the whole thing's all over."
"Look Benoit, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were just trying to get rid of me so you could, uh..." Jericho looked over and saw Benoit's shirt stuck in his duffel bag zipper. "Look through my stuff?"
"What, me? Come on man, you can trust me, we're your friends."
"Ok, whatever you say." Jericho just shrugged and went into the bathroom to brush his hair.
Is Benoit going over the edge, or is Trish right about the man, is he just a drunk fan who doesn't like Jericho, or is Chris really a jewel thief after all? Find out in the next chapter.