Author's Note: None of the characters in this story belong to me. This
chapter is told in Jay's P.O.V. (Hope you enjoy the chapter, Kitten.
*grins* )
Well, that certainly was a surprise. I didn't think you'd ever have the guts to end things between us. But I know sooner or later you'll come crawling back to me. You always do. Whenever we have an argument or disagreement you storm off, usually pouting, then come back a few hours later.
You need me, Chris. I know it.. you know it.. everyone knows it. You can't live without me.
You'd never admit that you need me though. You have too much pride. You're too full of yourself. Your ego is what's hurting you, Chris.. not me. Your ego is what is preventing you from seeing what a failure your Highlight Reel is.
Nobody likes your show, Chris. You think you're entertaining? You think you're a good host? You don't even have a variety of guests. How many times have you had Shawn on your show, huh? Three, maybe four? And Evolution.. they've made quite a few appearances on your show. Sorry it break it to ya, man, but.. that gets kind of boring after a while. You need variety! You need peeps! You need me, Chris. That's what it all boils down to. Without me, you're nothing.
It's been about an hour and a half since you left my room. I get up and leave my room, making my way down the hallway to pay you a little visit.
When I finally reach your room, I lift up my hand to knock, but I stop when I hear something. A voice? No, two voices. I quietly lean against your door, pressing my ear against it. This should be interesting.
".. you saw how he was, Shawn." I can't help but roll my eyes as I realize who is in there with you. Shawn.. always the hero. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear you continue. "He's completely out of control. I thought he loved me. That stupid title is the only thing that matters to him."
"Don't worry about it, Chris" I hear Shawn say. "You're better off without him. You deserve to be with someone who will care about you.. love you.. treat you the way you deserve to be treated." I listen intently, curious as to how you'll react to that.
It doesn't surprise me when I hear you start crying. "I loved him so much, Shawn. I thought I was important to him. But I guess all of this was just a game." God, Chris, do you realize how pathetic you sound right now?
Yeah, you were important to me for a while. But on Judgment Day on May 18th, 2003, things changed. That's the day I became the Intercontinental Champion. That title means the world to me, and it always will. The way I see it is.. lovers can be replaced.. titles can't. So, in a way, I guess you could say I had to choose between you and the title. I chose the title, obviously. This title can give me all kinds of things, Chris. Things that you can't give me. This title can bring me money, power, and fame. You can't do any of that. If I had the chance to go back and make the choice all over again, my decision would be the same.
My thoughts are interrupted again as I hear Shawn start to speak again. "Please, Chris, calm down. There's no need to beat yourself up over this. This isn't your fault. You haven't done anything wrong. It's Jay's fault that you're hurting like this." And, of course, you burst into another fit of tears. You're such a baby. There is a long pause, which probably means Shawn is holding you or something, then he starts speaking again. "I swear, I'll make Jay regret this. He's going to wish he had never hurt you."
Oh, how cute. Shawn to the rescue yet again.
I make my way down the hallway, going back to my room, smirking.
I never knew hurting you would feel this good.
Well, that certainly was a surprise. I didn't think you'd ever have the guts to end things between us. But I know sooner or later you'll come crawling back to me. You always do. Whenever we have an argument or disagreement you storm off, usually pouting, then come back a few hours later.
You need me, Chris. I know it.. you know it.. everyone knows it. You can't live without me.
You'd never admit that you need me though. You have too much pride. You're too full of yourself. Your ego is what's hurting you, Chris.. not me. Your ego is what is preventing you from seeing what a failure your Highlight Reel is.
Nobody likes your show, Chris. You think you're entertaining? You think you're a good host? You don't even have a variety of guests. How many times have you had Shawn on your show, huh? Three, maybe four? And Evolution.. they've made quite a few appearances on your show. Sorry it break it to ya, man, but.. that gets kind of boring after a while. You need variety! You need peeps! You need me, Chris. That's what it all boils down to. Without me, you're nothing.
It's been about an hour and a half since you left my room. I get up and leave my room, making my way down the hallway to pay you a little visit.
When I finally reach your room, I lift up my hand to knock, but I stop when I hear something. A voice? No, two voices. I quietly lean against your door, pressing my ear against it. This should be interesting.
".. you saw how he was, Shawn." I can't help but roll my eyes as I realize who is in there with you. Shawn.. always the hero. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear you continue. "He's completely out of control. I thought he loved me. That stupid title is the only thing that matters to him."
"Don't worry about it, Chris" I hear Shawn say. "You're better off without him. You deserve to be with someone who will care about you.. love you.. treat you the way you deserve to be treated." I listen intently, curious as to how you'll react to that.
It doesn't surprise me when I hear you start crying. "I loved him so much, Shawn. I thought I was important to him. But I guess all of this was just a game." God, Chris, do you realize how pathetic you sound right now?
Yeah, you were important to me for a while. But on Judgment Day on May 18th, 2003, things changed. That's the day I became the Intercontinental Champion. That title means the world to me, and it always will. The way I see it is.. lovers can be replaced.. titles can't. So, in a way, I guess you could say I had to choose between you and the title. I chose the title, obviously. This title can give me all kinds of things, Chris. Things that you can't give me. This title can bring me money, power, and fame. You can't do any of that. If I had the chance to go back and make the choice all over again, my decision would be the same.
My thoughts are interrupted again as I hear Shawn start to speak again. "Please, Chris, calm down. There's no need to beat yourself up over this. This isn't your fault. You haven't done anything wrong. It's Jay's fault that you're hurting like this." And, of course, you burst into another fit of tears. You're such a baby. There is a long pause, which probably means Shawn is holding you or something, then he starts speaking again. "I swear, I'll make Jay regret this. He's going to wish he had never hurt you."
Oh, how cute. Shawn to the rescue yet again.
I make my way down the hallway, going back to my room, smirking.
I never knew hurting you would feel this good.
