"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WrestleMania!" Vince McMahon announced as
the pyros lit the arena and the fans screams became deafening over the
theme song.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to the greatest spectacle in sports- entertainment, welcome to WrestleMania! I'm good ol' JR, ringside along with Jerry 'the king' Lawler."
"Oh JR, how about the main event for tonight!"
"That's right King. Two best friends become rivals for the title as Undisputed Champion Chris Jericho faces off against the number one contender from the Royal Rumble, Chris Benoit."
"And what I like about that is, guess whose in Benoit's corner? Trish Stratus, OH!"
"That's right King, the two allied themselves last year back at Unforgiven in that inter-gender match against Steven Richards and Victoria."
"That was back when Chris Benoit made the jump change from SmackDown to Raw."
"Enough talk King, let's get onto WrestleMania!"
As the night went on, hours of entertainment in the ring drew up to the main event, the match everyone wanted to see: title match, Chris Jericho vs. Chris Benoit. Soon the trio was standing in the ring, the match all set out in their head. The match was no DQ and Trish was going to interfere in the match. Ding! The referee took the title from Jericho and he and Benoit began to square off in the ring. As the match went, they exchanged several harsh blows and got near pin falls, but it was soon time for Trish to enter the ring. Jericho had been thrown into the corner turnbuckle and Benoit acted as if he'd torn out his shoulder. Trish ran into the ring and over to her boyfriend.
"Oh no, are you ok?" She asked but Jericho got up and cornered the two.
"Now, which one of you do I destroy first?" He smirked coldly.
"Me." "No me." "Me first." "No do me first." Benoit and Trish insisted back and forward. Jericho shook his head, getting confused and angry.
"Enough!" He roared. "I'll just destroy the both of you."
"No Chris!" Benoit began but Jericho punched him and then slapped Trish, then hit Benoit again, then Trish again, and so on until finally Benoit and Trish both shot a hand out and grabbed Jericho by the throat.
"Ah!" Jericho froze. Both of them picked him up and choke slammed him through the mat. Benoit began to go for the cover but hesitated.
"Chris, what are you waiting for? Pin him!" Trish cried.
Jericho got up weakly and both he and Benoit looked at each other. They realized that no matter how much of a rival they were to each other due to the title, they were still and always friends. Benoit extended his hand and Jericho smiled, extending his. The crowd was shocked as the two shook hands. Suddenly..
"What the hell are you doing?" It was, guess who, none other than Eric Bishoff. "Don't just stand there Jericho, fight him, you're the champ!"
"I can't fight him, he's my friend." Jericho turned angrily to Bishoff.
"Well then," Eric wore one of his evil smiles. "If you won't fight him, then he will." He stepped aside and out came the game, Triple H.
"Jericho you can't fight Triple H, you're weakened from our fight." Benoit said.
"No, I have to." Jericho stood his ground, his eyes fixated on that of Triple H's.
"What do we do?" Trish asked Benoit.
"Well, Triple H is walking down the ramp, let's attack him."
"Ok."
Benoit and Trish got out of the ring and charged at Triple H. Trish gave him a low blow and as soon as he was down, Benoit began to wail on him. Jericho was in shock. The ref grabbed Benoit and began to pull him away from Triple H, but then Trish started in. The ref went back for Trish but Benoit ran back over and continued his attack.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eric Bishoff was confused, his plan couldn't backfire. "Do something ref, get in there!"
The referee again tried to separate Trish and Benoit from Triple H but they refused to go. Finally two other referees ran out and got Trish and Benoit, pulling them away. The ref helped Triple H back up, but he jerked away and focused back on Jericho. Jericho got ready as Triple H ran into the ring and attacked Jericho. Jericho threw Triple H against the ropes and landed a bulldog and then stopped, waiting for Triple H to get up, but he didn't.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jericho was a little confused.
"I guess our little attack on Trips paid off." Benoit smiled.
"Hurry up Chris, do it now, cover him!" Trish called.
Jericho nodded and ran to the ropes, springboard off and landed the Lionsault and went for the cover. 1, 2, 3! Ding, Jericho was still the champion. Benoit and Trish ran into the ring to congratulate their friend.
"Chris you did it, you really are the champ!" Benoit gave him a noogie.
"I knew you could do it Chris, you really proved yourself." Trish hugged him.
"You won't get away with this Jericho, you may be the champ, but I'm your boss!" Eric yelled into the mic before throwing it down and storming off.
"Hey guys, what are we gonna do about Bishoff?" Trish asked.
"Meh, we don't have to worry about him." Benoit sighed. "All that I care about is that the real champ won. Good job Chris."
"Well I've said it before and I'll say it again, guys, I couldn't have done it without you." Jericho smiled. "Thanks guys, thanks for believing in me."
"No problem." Benoit grinned. "Hey I mean, after all, what are friends for?"
"Hello everyone, and welcome to the greatest spectacle in sports- entertainment, welcome to WrestleMania! I'm good ol' JR, ringside along with Jerry 'the king' Lawler."
"Oh JR, how about the main event for tonight!"
"That's right King. Two best friends become rivals for the title as Undisputed Champion Chris Jericho faces off against the number one contender from the Royal Rumble, Chris Benoit."
"And what I like about that is, guess whose in Benoit's corner? Trish Stratus, OH!"
"That's right King, the two allied themselves last year back at Unforgiven in that inter-gender match against Steven Richards and Victoria."
"That was back when Chris Benoit made the jump change from SmackDown to Raw."
"Enough talk King, let's get onto WrestleMania!"
As the night went on, hours of entertainment in the ring drew up to the main event, the match everyone wanted to see: title match, Chris Jericho vs. Chris Benoit. Soon the trio was standing in the ring, the match all set out in their head. The match was no DQ and Trish was going to interfere in the match. Ding! The referee took the title from Jericho and he and Benoit began to square off in the ring. As the match went, they exchanged several harsh blows and got near pin falls, but it was soon time for Trish to enter the ring. Jericho had been thrown into the corner turnbuckle and Benoit acted as if he'd torn out his shoulder. Trish ran into the ring and over to her boyfriend.
"Oh no, are you ok?" She asked but Jericho got up and cornered the two.
"Now, which one of you do I destroy first?" He smirked coldly.
"Me." "No me." "Me first." "No do me first." Benoit and Trish insisted back and forward. Jericho shook his head, getting confused and angry.
"Enough!" He roared. "I'll just destroy the both of you."
"No Chris!" Benoit began but Jericho punched him and then slapped Trish, then hit Benoit again, then Trish again, and so on until finally Benoit and Trish both shot a hand out and grabbed Jericho by the throat.
"Ah!" Jericho froze. Both of them picked him up and choke slammed him through the mat. Benoit began to go for the cover but hesitated.
"Chris, what are you waiting for? Pin him!" Trish cried.
Jericho got up weakly and both he and Benoit looked at each other. They realized that no matter how much of a rival they were to each other due to the title, they were still and always friends. Benoit extended his hand and Jericho smiled, extending his. The crowd was shocked as the two shook hands. Suddenly..
"What the hell are you doing?" It was, guess who, none other than Eric Bishoff. "Don't just stand there Jericho, fight him, you're the champ!"
"I can't fight him, he's my friend." Jericho turned angrily to Bishoff.
"Well then," Eric wore one of his evil smiles. "If you won't fight him, then he will." He stepped aside and out came the game, Triple H.
"Jericho you can't fight Triple H, you're weakened from our fight." Benoit said.
"No, I have to." Jericho stood his ground, his eyes fixated on that of Triple H's.
"What do we do?" Trish asked Benoit.
"Well, Triple H is walking down the ramp, let's attack him."
"Ok."
Benoit and Trish got out of the ring and charged at Triple H. Trish gave him a low blow and as soon as he was down, Benoit began to wail on him. Jericho was in shock. The ref grabbed Benoit and began to pull him away from Triple H, but then Trish started in. The ref went back for Trish but Benoit ran back over and continued his attack.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eric Bishoff was confused, his plan couldn't backfire. "Do something ref, get in there!"
The referee again tried to separate Trish and Benoit from Triple H but they refused to go. Finally two other referees ran out and got Trish and Benoit, pulling them away. The ref helped Triple H back up, but he jerked away and focused back on Jericho. Jericho got ready as Triple H ran into the ring and attacked Jericho. Jericho threw Triple H against the ropes and landed a bulldog and then stopped, waiting for Triple H to get up, but he didn't.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jericho was a little confused.
"I guess our little attack on Trips paid off." Benoit smiled.
"Hurry up Chris, do it now, cover him!" Trish called.
Jericho nodded and ran to the ropes, springboard off and landed the Lionsault and went for the cover. 1, 2, 3! Ding, Jericho was still the champion. Benoit and Trish ran into the ring to congratulate their friend.
"Chris you did it, you really are the champ!" Benoit gave him a noogie.
"I knew you could do it Chris, you really proved yourself." Trish hugged him.
"You won't get away with this Jericho, you may be the champ, but I'm your boss!" Eric yelled into the mic before throwing it down and storming off.
"Hey guys, what are we gonna do about Bishoff?" Trish asked.
"Meh, we don't have to worry about him." Benoit sighed. "All that I care about is that the real champ won. Good job Chris."
"Well I've said it before and I'll say it again, guys, I couldn't have done it without you." Jericho smiled. "Thanks guys, thanks for believing in me."
"No problem." Benoit grinned. "Hey I mean, after all, what are friends for?"