Later on that day, Chris Jericho decided to leave the hotel room and go
exploring. He wound up in the lobby with a very debating decision to make.
"Hmm, do I get candy, or a soda?"
He had to pick between two vending machines and he only had one dollar. But as he was trying to make his pick, Chris Benoit and Trish Stratus were spending their afternoon as detectives.
"Look at him, I'll bet he's filling up for a heist tonight." Benoit replied as Jericho chose a bag of hot cheeto fries and wolfed them down.
"I'll bet he's wondering why you're acting so weird." Trish muttered.
"What do I have to do to prove to you that Jericho is the jewel thief?"
"I dunno."
"What, do I have to get some how to tell if your friend is a criminal and might kill you test?" And Benoit did just that.
"Benoit, I think you've taken one too many hits to your coconut."
"Quiet, let me read test number one." Benoit read a piece of paper. "Does your friend have an ear for money?" Benoit dug in his pocket and pulled out some change, dropping it to the floor.
"Hey, did you guys hear something?" Jericho raced over.
"No, why, what did it sound like?" Benoit asked.
"Hu, it sounded like money." Jericho shrugged and walked off.
"Alright, this test is, does your friend have an ear for danger?" Benoit read.
He picked up a tape recorder from out of his bag and went into the hotel room door. Jericho had decided to retire to the room and take a nap in order to rest up for the news conference the next day. Benoit pushed the tape player and sounds of police cars and sirens filled the room.
"Ah!" Jericho jumped up and began to look around quickly. "Wha-what's going on?" Benoit and Trish went inside the room to do test number three.
"Ok, the next test is, does your friend have an eye for priceless items." Benoit dug into a box and pulled out cue cards with pictures on them. "Chris, look at these and tell me what you see."
"A ruby." Benoit put the first card away and pulled out another card. "A sapphire." Benoit pulled out an ink blot test this time. "Uh, I dunno." "What do you mean you dunno? It's obviously a diamond hidden among a shattered zycrone."
"Oh, uh, ok." Jericho was confused. "Look Benoit, you've been acting weird lately, what's up?"
"What, me? Ha, you must be crazy Chris. We're your friends, you should trust us."
"Ok, whatever you say, friend." Jericho shook his head as his friends left, when they were gone he just sighed, he knew something was up and Benoit wasn't telling him what it was, but he was going to find out.
"Look Trish, doesn't all of this prove something to you? He's gotta be the jewel thief!"
"I still think you're crazy Benoit, Jericho is our friend and he wouldn't do something like that."
"I wouldn't hang around for long to find out." The voice was heard again, and that man appeared.
"Well, you seem to be smart, what do you think we should do?" Benoit asked.
"Come with me, I have an idea." The man led them into his hotel room.
"Good, nobody followed us. We made a clean getaway from Chris." Benoit said.
"Yea, a clean getaway into the clear." The man grinned.
"Crystal clear if you will." Trish turned to the man.
"Yes, crystal." The man laughed.
"Hey, nice coin collection." Benoit said, seeing the man's open bag.
"Where do you get them all?" Trish asked, going over to see them.
"From stupid losers like you." The man pulled out a gun. Benoit and Trish froze. "Ha, you are such fools! I've been trying to get you away from Chris ever since you got here! Now, empty your pockets, and be quick and quiet about it!" The man waved the gun at them and they obeyed.
"Why wait until we're away from Chris?" Benoit gulped.
"Because he's the champion, duh, he'd kick my ass!" The man replied.
"Great job Trish, we end up getting robbed because you don't believe me."
"What, it was your idea to come to the WrestleMania conference in Texas!"
"Well it was your idea to bring Jericho along!" "He's your friend and the champ, of course he'd come along!"
"My friend, well, at least I thought he was my friend..." Benoit sighed.
"But I am your friend!" Jericho's voice roared through the door and everyone turned.
The man gasped and dropped his gun. He slowly crept over to Jericho and opened his mouth to speak but the pissed off Jericho ruthlessly grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground, growling angrily. Trish and Benoit gasped, they had no idea Jericho could be so violent in reality. But instead of robbing him and beating him to a bloody pulp, like Benoit had first thought, Jericho threw him into the elevator and sent him down to the lobby where the cops he called were waiting. After the stolen goods were recovered by the police and Trish and Benoit got their things back, the three friends were soon talking and laughing like they normally do.
"Well, as it turned out Benoit, Jericho wasn't a jewel thief at all." Trish was saying.
"Yea, it turns out that the man was actually one of the jewel thief's co- ops." Benoit agreed.
"Aw come on Benoit." Jericho turned around.
"What, did you actually think I thought you would kill and rob us?" Benoit tried not to blush.
"Benoit, do you really think this champ is a chump?" Jericho joked.
"Hey, funny one Jericho!" Trish giggled.
"Ha, you liked that one hu Trish?" Jericho laughed.
And so, the three went back to their room to sleep and prepare for the WrestleMania conference tomorrow. But what about the jewel thief, if he wasn't caught, he's still out there posing a threat. And little does Benoit know that he was right, the convict really was there with them in Texas.
"Hmm, do I get candy, or a soda?"
He had to pick between two vending machines and he only had one dollar. But as he was trying to make his pick, Chris Benoit and Trish Stratus were spending their afternoon as detectives.
"Look at him, I'll bet he's filling up for a heist tonight." Benoit replied as Jericho chose a bag of hot cheeto fries and wolfed them down.
"I'll bet he's wondering why you're acting so weird." Trish muttered.
"What do I have to do to prove to you that Jericho is the jewel thief?"
"I dunno."
"What, do I have to get some how to tell if your friend is a criminal and might kill you test?" And Benoit did just that.
"Benoit, I think you've taken one too many hits to your coconut."
"Quiet, let me read test number one." Benoit read a piece of paper. "Does your friend have an ear for money?" Benoit dug in his pocket and pulled out some change, dropping it to the floor.
"Hey, did you guys hear something?" Jericho raced over.
"No, why, what did it sound like?" Benoit asked.
"Hu, it sounded like money." Jericho shrugged and walked off.
"Alright, this test is, does your friend have an ear for danger?" Benoit read.
He picked up a tape recorder from out of his bag and went into the hotel room door. Jericho had decided to retire to the room and take a nap in order to rest up for the news conference the next day. Benoit pushed the tape player and sounds of police cars and sirens filled the room.
"Ah!" Jericho jumped up and began to look around quickly. "Wha-what's going on?" Benoit and Trish went inside the room to do test number three.
"Ok, the next test is, does your friend have an eye for priceless items." Benoit dug into a box and pulled out cue cards with pictures on them. "Chris, look at these and tell me what you see."
"A ruby." Benoit put the first card away and pulled out another card. "A sapphire." Benoit pulled out an ink blot test this time. "Uh, I dunno." "What do you mean you dunno? It's obviously a diamond hidden among a shattered zycrone."
"Oh, uh, ok." Jericho was confused. "Look Benoit, you've been acting weird lately, what's up?"
"What, me? Ha, you must be crazy Chris. We're your friends, you should trust us."
"Ok, whatever you say, friend." Jericho shook his head as his friends left, when they were gone he just sighed, he knew something was up and Benoit wasn't telling him what it was, but he was going to find out.
"Look Trish, doesn't all of this prove something to you? He's gotta be the jewel thief!"
"I still think you're crazy Benoit, Jericho is our friend and he wouldn't do something like that."
"I wouldn't hang around for long to find out." The voice was heard again, and that man appeared.
"Well, you seem to be smart, what do you think we should do?" Benoit asked.
"Come with me, I have an idea." The man led them into his hotel room.
"Good, nobody followed us. We made a clean getaway from Chris." Benoit said.
"Yea, a clean getaway into the clear." The man grinned.
"Crystal clear if you will." Trish turned to the man.
"Yes, crystal." The man laughed.
"Hey, nice coin collection." Benoit said, seeing the man's open bag.
"Where do you get them all?" Trish asked, going over to see them.
"From stupid losers like you." The man pulled out a gun. Benoit and Trish froze. "Ha, you are such fools! I've been trying to get you away from Chris ever since you got here! Now, empty your pockets, and be quick and quiet about it!" The man waved the gun at them and they obeyed.
"Why wait until we're away from Chris?" Benoit gulped.
"Because he's the champion, duh, he'd kick my ass!" The man replied.
"Great job Trish, we end up getting robbed because you don't believe me."
"What, it was your idea to come to the WrestleMania conference in Texas!"
"Well it was your idea to bring Jericho along!" "He's your friend and the champ, of course he'd come along!"
"My friend, well, at least I thought he was my friend..." Benoit sighed.
"But I am your friend!" Jericho's voice roared through the door and everyone turned.
The man gasped and dropped his gun. He slowly crept over to Jericho and opened his mouth to speak but the pissed off Jericho ruthlessly grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground, growling angrily. Trish and Benoit gasped, they had no idea Jericho could be so violent in reality. But instead of robbing him and beating him to a bloody pulp, like Benoit had first thought, Jericho threw him into the elevator and sent him down to the lobby where the cops he called were waiting. After the stolen goods were recovered by the police and Trish and Benoit got their things back, the three friends were soon talking and laughing like they normally do.
"Well, as it turned out Benoit, Jericho wasn't a jewel thief at all." Trish was saying.
"Yea, it turns out that the man was actually one of the jewel thief's co- ops." Benoit agreed.
"Aw come on Benoit." Jericho turned around.
"What, did you actually think I thought you would kill and rob us?" Benoit tried not to blush.
"Benoit, do you really think this champ is a chump?" Jericho joked.
"Hey, funny one Jericho!" Trish giggled.
"Ha, you liked that one hu Trish?" Jericho laughed.
And so, the three went back to their room to sleep and prepare for the WrestleMania conference tomorrow. But what about the jewel thief, if he wasn't caught, he's still out there posing a threat. And little does Benoit know that he was right, the convict really was there with them in Texas.