This morning's headlines:
Jewel Thief Accomplis Arrested
Testimony- New Hideout In Texas
WWE News Conference Successful
It was early in the morning, Chris Benoit, Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho were all worn out from the WrestleMania conference last night, it was such a hit it ran longer than expected. The sunlight barely lit up the room at a very light dusk, also considering the fact that the shade was part way down and the sun rose on the other side of the building. All was peace and quiet, until.. RING!
"AH!" Chris Benoit and Trish Stratus, the phone being in the middle of their two beds, jumped up into the air in shock.
"Ah, danger!" Trish cried. "Warning!"
The two of them scurried into the bathroom, still shocked from being waken out of their early sleep. But the two never stopped to pick up the phone or even think it was the phone. Trish closed the door of the bathroom and locked it.
"Jericho, save us!" Benoit yelled from inside the bathroom.
But he got no reply, the room was quiet other than the ringing of the phone. Benoit opened the door and gasped at what he saw: Jericho was still asleep in bed. He stomped out of the bathroom with Trish on his tail, and walked over to Jericho's bed. Benoit held Jericho's nose so he couldn't breath, and finally the snoring turned into coughing gasps and chokes for air until finally Jericho woke up and his eyes snapped open.
"Hey!" Jericho jerked away, annoyed.
"Jericho, you did not come to our rescue." Benoit folded his arms with a pouting face.
"Rescue, what did I have to save you from?"
"Didn't you hear all of the commotion?"
"Benoit, it's just the wake up call I ordered." Jericho lifted the phone off the hook and put it down, the ringing stopped. "I can handle any REAL danger."
"Oh, and how did you know it wasn't real danger, you were asleep?"
"Get a grip Benoit, chill. You don't have to worry, I mean, after all, I am the champion." Jericho held up his Undisputed Championship belt.
"Yea, you're a champ alright, the champ of the chumps."
"Come on Benoit, give him a break." Trish cut in to try and ease the tension.
"Give the kid a break? Look at him Trish, he's lazy, what kind of champ is this?"
"I dunno, a lazy one?"
"Alright, cut to the chase. Bottom line is, we need to whip this kid into shape."
"Here we go again." Trish sighed, Benoit was up to one of his crazy schemes again.
Benoit, Trish and Jericho all got up and did their morning things to get ready for the day ahead of them. But what Benoit had in mind was a rigorous training session, not the usual work out Jericho gets at the gym, this one was training for the fights in real life.
"Alright Jericho, activity number one." Benoit said to Jericho who was sitting on the bed. "How in tune are you with your senses around you, how do you sense danger? We're going to have Trish make a lot of noise and when you even hear a pin drop, you come out and attack got it? So just take it easy, relax, and let your true fighting skills do the work." Benoit went outside and shut the door where Trish was waiting. "Alright Trish, make some noise. Don't start out with too much, but work your way little up ok? Go ahead."
"Got it." Trish nodded and began to bang on the door slightly. "Boo." Jericho didn't do anything. Trish made a little more noise as she opened the door and went by the closest. "Boo!" Jericho still paid no mind to her. She was getting ticked off. She finally went to the bathroom and began to open and slam the door shut. "BOO!!" Still Jericho did nothing. Trish turned outside to Benoit. "Now what do I do?"
"Who is this guy?" Benoit growled. "Go over to him, get closer and be louder." Trish walked over to where Jericho was sitting and began to jump on the bed and yelling, trying to get Jericho's attention but he still did nothing. Benoit finally decided to go over. "What are you doing?" Benoit growled, seeing Jericho focused on the TV.
"Watching TV, what does it look like I'm doing?" Jericho asked. "I always watch TV when I'm relaxing and taking it easy."
"That was not the point of this session!" Benoit was ready to explode at Jericho's words. But he decided to just forget this part and move onto part two. "Let's try this one, and this should be easy for you. Trish is going to be sitting here and you try and scare her. Just don't be too violent."
"Piece of cake." Jericho cleared his throat and stood out of the hotel room door. He took a deep breath, "Rah!"
"Be louder." Benoit whispered.
Jericho opened the door a crack, took another deep breath and yelled louder, "Rah!" Still nothing. Jericho looked at Benoit, he motioned for Jericho to go at it full force. Jericho threw open the door and jumped in, taking the deepest breath he could, "RAH!!!" Jericho yelled so loud that some of the other people in the hotel got scared and opened their doors to see what was going on. Finally Jericho ran out of air, he stood panting in the hotel room. Trish still did nothing, so Benoit finally decided to investigate.
"And what are you doing?" He asked Trish.
"Watching the TV show Jericho was watching. Hey, you should see it, it's pretty good." Trish turned to the two boys smiling, oblivious to what was going on.
"That wasn't the way this was supposed to go!" Benoit exploded on Trish. "You know what, if this next idea of mine doesn't work, screw it!"
Benoit, Trish and Jericho went outside of the hotel to the activity area. There was pool and a big grassy area for fun. A lot of people were still inside, it was still early in the morning, so only about two people were out there, a guy in the pool and a hotel worker taking a smoking break before starting his shift.
"What now, are we gonna go swimming?" Trish asked.
"Here's my last straw. Trish, you're a fast runner, you and Jericho will have a race around the grass area and garden over there. When you finish Jericho, you will jump into the pool and swim a lap, then I'll dive in off the diving board and you wrestle me."
"In the water?" Jericho was shocked, he didn't want to hurt Benoit, he could drown.
"Don't worry about me, just concentrate on yourself. And do good, Trish was a runner in high school." Benoit added. "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Trish and Jericho went over to position.
"Go!" At Benoit's command, both Jericho and Trish bolted off. Jericho took the quick lead, being more of a sprinter than a long runner. But Trish had her track background and as Jericho began to tire as he moved through the trees, he and Trish were in neck and neck. Finally they both emerged from the trees and into the garden. Jericho nearly tripped over a bush and that gave Trish the lead. Jericho began to push himself and was catching up to her when she kicked up some pollen from the dirt and Jericho felt a tickle in his nose, he slowed down as he sneezed. When he stopped and shook his head, Trish had already won. Disappointed, Jericho jogged to the pool. "Come on, come on, dive in!" Benoit called from the other side by the diving board.
Jericho nodded, he had a little time to catch his breath as he took of his shirt and jumped in. "Yow! This water's cold!"
"Suck it up!" Benoit yelled as he took of his shirt and got ready.
Jericho was not only fast on land but in water too, but he used most of his energy running and used all the rest swimming the laps. When he swam around twice, Benoit jumped into the water and surfaced in front of Jericho.
"Benoit I can't do this, I could drown you."
"Come on champ." Benoit splashed Jericho to try and make him mad.
Jericho growled and grabbed Benoit, trying to force him under water. But Benoit slipped out of his arms and swam under Jericho, appearing behind him. Jericho dove under and grabbed Benoit's legs but Benoit kicked him and hit him in the face by accident, knocking the air out of Jericho's mouth. Jericho went to re-surface but Benoit grabbed him and held him down. Jericho cried out and struggled to get away, Benoit not knowing Jericho had no air didn't let go. Finally, due to the lack of oxygen, Jericho ran out of strength and when Benoit felt Jericho going limp, he realized he did something wrong and pulled him out.
"What happened?" Trish called as she brought over two towels.
"He ran out of air I think." Benoit pulled him out of the pool and put him on the cement. "Come on Jericho, breath!" Benoit dove his fist hard onto Jericho's chest.
"AH!" A huge spurt of water shot from Jericho's mouth as he coughed for air.
"What happened man?" Benoit was relieved he was ok, but made Jericho didn't win.
"I don't know." Jericho sighed and put his arms behind his head. "Maybe I'm not cut out to be a real fighter, maybe I really do suck as a champ." He got up, took a towel from Trish and began to head back to the room.
"Uh, Benoit, with all of your ideas and plans, you must be smart. So tell me, what just happened?" Trish asked.
"Well we have two things. We have a lazy wrestler who lacks confidence,"
"That's Jericho."
"And two idiots who need protection."
"That's us. So what do we do?"
"Somehow make a plan that will reinforce the will in the strong wrestler, and secondly, toughen up our out of shape bodyguard."
Jewel Thief Accomplis Arrested
Testimony- New Hideout In Texas
WWE News Conference Successful
It was early in the morning, Chris Benoit, Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho were all worn out from the WrestleMania conference last night, it was such a hit it ran longer than expected. The sunlight barely lit up the room at a very light dusk, also considering the fact that the shade was part way down and the sun rose on the other side of the building. All was peace and quiet, until.. RING!
"AH!" Chris Benoit and Trish Stratus, the phone being in the middle of their two beds, jumped up into the air in shock.
"Ah, danger!" Trish cried. "Warning!"
The two of them scurried into the bathroom, still shocked from being waken out of their early sleep. But the two never stopped to pick up the phone or even think it was the phone. Trish closed the door of the bathroom and locked it.
"Jericho, save us!" Benoit yelled from inside the bathroom.
But he got no reply, the room was quiet other than the ringing of the phone. Benoit opened the door and gasped at what he saw: Jericho was still asleep in bed. He stomped out of the bathroom with Trish on his tail, and walked over to Jericho's bed. Benoit held Jericho's nose so he couldn't breath, and finally the snoring turned into coughing gasps and chokes for air until finally Jericho woke up and his eyes snapped open.
"Hey!" Jericho jerked away, annoyed.
"Jericho, you did not come to our rescue." Benoit folded his arms with a pouting face.
"Rescue, what did I have to save you from?"
"Didn't you hear all of the commotion?"
"Benoit, it's just the wake up call I ordered." Jericho lifted the phone off the hook and put it down, the ringing stopped. "I can handle any REAL danger."
"Oh, and how did you know it wasn't real danger, you were asleep?"
"Get a grip Benoit, chill. You don't have to worry, I mean, after all, I am the champion." Jericho held up his Undisputed Championship belt.
"Yea, you're a champ alright, the champ of the chumps."
"Come on Benoit, give him a break." Trish cut in to try and ease the tension.
"Give the kid a break? Look at him Trish, he's lazy, what kind of champ is this?"
"I dunno, a lazy one?"
"Alright, cut to the chase. Bottom line is, we need to whip this kid into shape."
"Here we go again." Trish sighed, Benoit was up to one of his crazy schemes again.
Benoit, Trish and Jericho all got up and did their morning things to get ready for the day ahead of them. But what Benoit had in mind was a rigorous training session, not the usual work out Jericho gets at the gym, this one was training for the fights in real life.
"Alright Jericho, activity number one." Benoit said to Jericho who was sitting on the bed. "How in tune are you with your senses around you, how do you sense danger? We're going to have Trish make a lot of noise and when you even hear a pin drop, you come out and attack got it? So just take it easy, relax, and let your true fighting skills do the work." Benoit went outside and shut the door where Trish was waiting. "Alright Trish, make some noise. Don't start out with too much, but work your way little up ok? Go ahead."
"Got it." Trish nodded and began to bang on the door slightly. "Boo." Jericho didn't do anything. Trish made a little more noise as she opened the door and went by the closest. "Boo!" Jericho still paid no mind to her. She was getting ticked off. She finally went to the bathroom and began to open and slam the door shut. "BOO!!" Still Jericho did nothing. Trish turned outside to Benoit. "Now what do I do?"
"Who is this guy?" Benoit growled. "Go over to him, get closer and be louder." Trish walked over to where Jericho was sitting and began to jump on the bed and yelling, trying to get Jericho's attention but he still did nothing. Benoit finally decided to go over. "What are you doing?" Benoit growled, seeing Jericho focused on the TV.
"Watching TV, what does it look like I'm doing?" Jericho asked. "I always watch TV when I'm relaxing and taking it easy."
"That was not the point of this session!" Benoit was ready to explode at Jericho's words. But he decided to just forget this part and move onto part two. "Let's try this one, and this should be easy for you. Trish is going to be sitting here and you try and scare her. Just don't be too violent."
"Piece of cake." Jericho cleared his throat and stood out of the hotel room door. He took a deep breath, "Rah!"
"Be louder." Benoit whispered.
Jericho opened the door a crack, took another deep breath and yelled louder, "Rah!" Still nothing. Jericho looked at Benoit, he motioned for Jericho to go at it full force. Jericho threw open the door and jumped in, taking the deepest breath he could, "RAH!!!" Jericho yelled so loud that some of the other people in the hotel got scared and opened their doors to see what was going on. Finally Jericho ran out of air, he stood panting in the hotel room. Trish still did nothing, so Benoit finally decided to investigate.
"And what are you doing?" He asked Trish.
"Watching the TV show Jericho was watching. Hey, you should see it, it's pretty good." Trish turned to the two boys smiling, oblivious to what was going on.
"That wasn't the way this was supposed to go!" Benoit exploded on Trish. "You know what, if this next idea of mine doesn't work, screw it!"
Benoit, Trish and Jericho went outside of the hotel to the activity area. There was pool and a big grassy area for fun. A lot of people were still inside, it was still early in the morning, so only about two people were out there, a guy in the pool and a hotel worker taking a smoking break before starting his shift.
"What now, are we gonna go swimming?" Trish asked.
"Here's my last straw. Trish, you're a fast runner, you and Jericho will have a race around the grass area and garden over there. When you finish Jericho, you will jump into the pool and swim a lap, then I'll dive in off the diving board and you wrestle me."
"In the water?" Jericho was shocked, he didn't want to hurt Benoit, he could drown.
"Don't worry about me, just concentrate on yourself. And do good, Trish was a runner in high school." Benoit added. "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" Trish and Jericho went over to position.
"Go!" At Benoit's command, both Jericho and Trish bolted off. Jericho took the quick lead, being more of a sprinter than a long runner. But Trish had her track background and as Jericho began to tire as he moved through the trees, he and Trish were in neck and neck. Finally they both emerged from the trees and into the garden. Jericho nearly tripped over a bush and that gave Trish the lead. Jericho began to push himself and was catching up to her when she kicked up some pollen from the dirt and Jericho felt a tickle in his nose, he slowed down as he sneezed. When he stopped and shook his head, Trish had already won. Disappointed, Jericho jogged to the pool. "Come on, come on, dive in!" Benoit called from the other side by the diving board.
Jericho nodded, he had a little time to catch his breath as he took of his shirt and jumped in. "Yow! This water's cold!"
"Suck it up!" Benoit yelled as he took of his shirt and got ready.
Jericho was not only fast on land but in water too, but he used most of his energy running and used all the rest swimming the laps. When he swam around twice, Benoit jumped into the water and surfaced in front of Jericho.
"Benoit I can't do this, I could drown you."
"Come on champ." Benoit splashed Jericho to try and make him mad.
Jericho growled and grabbed Benoit, trying to force him under water. But Benoit slipped out of his arms and swam under Jericho, appearing behind him. Jericho dove under and grabbed Benoit's legs but Benoit kicked him and hit him in the face by accident, knocking the air out of Jericho's mouth. Jericho went to re-surface but Benoit grabbed him and held him down. Jericho cried out and struggled to get away, Benoit not knowing Jericho had no air didn't let go. Finally, due to the lack of oxygen, Jericho ran out of strength and when Benoit felt Jericho going limp, he realized he did something wrong and pulled him out.
"What happened?" Trish called as she brought over two towels.
"He ran out of air I think." Benoit pulled him out of the pool and put him on the cement. "Come on Jericho, breath!" Benoit dove his fist hard onto Jericho's chest.
"AH!" A huge spurt of water shot from Jericho's mouth as he coughed for air.
"What happened man?" Benoit was relieved he was ok, but made Jericho didn't win.
"I don't know." Jericho sighed and put his arms behind his head. "Maybe I'm not cut out to be a real fighter, maybe I really do suck as a champ." He got up, took a towel from Trish and began to head back to the room.
"Uh, Benoit, with all of your ideas and plans, you must be smart. So tell me, what just happened?" Trish asked.
"Well we have two things. We have a lazy wrestler who lacks confidence,"
"That's Jericho."
"And two idiots who need protection."
"That's us. So what do we do?"
"Somehow make a plan that will reinforce the will in the strong wrestler, and secondly, toughen up our out of shape bodyguard."