Panic Room
Desperate Times.
Although the light was dim, Chris could see Stephanie over on the other side, he had noticed she had been there for a while, but the food fight he had preoccupied his mind with other things, but now when his personal fantasists (not about Stephanie, I might add) began to dry up, his curiosity switched once more onto her and he realised there was something oddly strange…
He watched as she perched one leg over the top of another and then quickly changed positions once more, there was a sense of awkwardness on her face, as she constantly switched her legs around, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard stone floor.
It took him a few minutes to realise that this wasn't just about finding a comfortable position (which was impossible, in this room, this room was the opposite of comfort), it was far more entertaining than that., Chris laughed to himself as he realised the truth, a sign of weakness on Stephanie's part, which meant he had the upper hand, the point in matter was that Stephanie was desperate for a piss.
"You alright there?" He smirked, as he watched her change positions again.
"Fine, thankyou."
"You sure, you look a bit uncomfortable." He laughed again, no sign of concern in his face.
"Shut up, potato boy." Stephanie snarled back.
Chris looked down at his clothes and realised he still had food all over him from the fight previously but what was the point of washing it off, he had no where special to go.
"Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop." Chris sang aloud, trying to get a slow beat going. "Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop."
"Stop it." Stephanie said in an annoyed tone, her patience and her bladder tiring.
"I think I'm allowed to sing whatever I want." Chris cooed, continuing his 'song'.
"You're just doing it on purpose."
"Doing what?"
"That song."
"Why would I do that?"
"You know why."
"Maybe I don't, maybe I just like the sound of trickling water, or maybe I should do the gushing of a waterfall…."
"Very funny Chris, but I'm not going to give in to your stupid water tricks, I can hold on."
"You look pretty desperate."
"Yeah, well, id rather wet myself then use that bucket, especially in front of you."
"Urghh, don't give me that image please, yuck." Chris grimaced.
"So are you gonna pretend for two minutes to be a kind, courteous person and turn away?" She asked.
"No." Chris laughed.
"Typical."
"You shouldn't have drank all that coke, well I did pour all off my mine over you as well, so you kinda were drenched in it." Chris chuckled to himself. "But you see you can't last the rest of the night, you're desperate enough as it is and sometime you're going to have to go."
"No way in hell I'm I going in that bucket."
"Then your have to quit, and all that delicious money comes to me."
Stephanie slumped back down against the wall, pressing her legs hard together, she couldn't quit. She would never live it down but there would nothing in this whole experience that would be more humiliating than peeing in that bucket in front of Chris Jericho, but did she have any choice, I guess she wait till he went to sleep, would he ever go to sleep?
"Rain drops, are falling on my head." Sang Chris, smiling at Stephanie. "Looks like it's going to rain gain, drip drop falling on my roof…."
"Right that's it, I'm not going to be tortured by you anymore." She said, climbing up and walking towards him.
"Hey, remember the line!" Chris said. "You made it up remember, you can't cross this line." He said, pointing to the line which lay at Stephanie's feet.
"Well then tiger, lets hope you don't have to go, because the bucket is on my side." Boasted Stephanie.
"So you just going to go then, right in front of me." Said Chris, not believing that Stephanie would do it.
"No, I'm not going to give you the pleasure of seeing me in that position."
She went over to the top of the room, where the window lay, the line, drawn in chalk ran through the middle of the pile of equipment they had, it wasn't much, just a couple of sleeping bags, some toilet roll, a torch, a game of Twister! (what were they thinking!) and some other rubbish, more was actually on Chris's side but she grabbed a sleeping bag and a small piece of toilet roll and went over to the bucket.
"So you gonna turn away?"
"Fine." Muttered Chris facing his back to the wall, he didn't want to look and there was that small moral part of him that realised that even Stephanie McMahon deserved a little privacy, but when he heard the trickling into the bucket, he couldn't help but just peer over.
She had constructed the sleeping bag well, she had crouched down, holding the sleeping bag over so not nothing was in view, he couldn't even see her face, which he supposed was a good thing because then she couldn't see what he was looking at her-hell am I still looking at her!" Chris gasped, switching round back to the wall.
The trickling stopped, and Stephanie using the toilet roll, sorted herself out, still amazingly keeping the majority of the sleeping bag in place.
"Done and dusted." She said confidently as she laid the sleeping bag on the floor, sitting on top of it.
Chris relucntedly turned round to face the boastful and smiling Stephanie.
"I think I may go to bed soon." She smirked.
"Good." Chris snarled nastily, but underneath he couldn't help but admire her. It took guts to pee in front of your enemy and even more so, managing to keep that sleeping bag in place. Yeah, Stephanie had guts he had to admit that and that's why it was going to be even harder to win this thing…
To be Continued