The next day was dark and foggy from the night before, the city streets
were oddly quiet and still, filled with a think hazy mist. Footsteps could
be heard running down the echoing alleys. The figure finally appeared out
of the shadows as an eerie music seemed to fill the air in his mind. Chris
Jericho was in the same area he was the previous night, only now he was
looking for his friends, only hoping he wasn't too late. "Jeff, Kish,
Hogan, Steph, Vince! Hold on." He could hear sounds off in the distance but
finally gasped, his eyes laying upon two figures laying face down in the
gutter water on the street. "What? Oh no!" Rikishi and Jeff Hardy. He
continued to search, this time coming across a dent filled wall and broken
bricks, and among them lay the limp body of Hulk Hogan. Growing more so
frantic, he sped up his walking finally hearing a woman scream, Stephanie?
"Where are you, Stephanie?" He looked down and saw Vince McMahon's cloths
all torn and dirty with blood. "Vince!" He could hear laughter this time,
Keith and Lisa, they laughed victoriously, for the gang had all been
killed.
"No!" Chris yelled and snapped awake to find himself on the cot in the hotel room. It wasn't real, it was just a dream. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back down, still weak and tired from the toxins now flowing in his body. He groaned, he still had no energy in him. He opened his eyes, he had to help his friends and he knew it. He just couldn't let them die out there, this was his match and he had to fight it. Chris moaned as he struggled to get up, finally managing to literally roll out of bed. He landed on the floor and tried to prop himself up. "Oh, it's no use." He began to feel dizzy as his vision started to blur and become foggy again. "But I can't just stay here, I have to do something." He shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. "It's up to me, I have to help them." He desperately attempted standing, but the lack of energy and the quickness of motion caused him to nearly black out. But before he could pass out he caught himself. The fever was still eminent, continually draining his body of all energy and fainting him at every chance it got. "I may not make it back this time, but it's up to me to save them."
Meanwhile, the morning sun lit up the busy streets of downtown Des Moines, Iowa. The SmackDown crew was trying to find any lead they could on getting Keith and Lisa.
"Guys, what are we gonna do?" Steph sighed, deciding to take a rest on a bus bench.
"I dunno, but should we really have left Chris back there?" Rikishi asked.
"He couldn't come with us even if he wanted to." Jeff replied.
"Besides, he's in no condition to even think about fighting them." Hogan agreed.
"Still, Kish may have a point, should we have left him alone?" Vince stepped up, everyone turned to him. "Maybe, maybe that's what they wanted?" They all gulped, understanding Vince now. What if this was as trick, what if Keith and Lisa wanted Chris to be alone and out of commission back in the hotel, could it be a trap?
Back at the hotel room, Chris found little strength inside his body as he tried desperately to move around. It was a struggle just to stand up and move his body without collapsing, he was in terrible shape and he knew it. This was bad, he couldn't help or protect them now, his friends could be in trouble and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Hello?" There was a knock at the door. Chris looked up with a sudden jerk. "Um, room service, anyone there?"
"Oh." Chris sighed with relief, feeling his heart beat return to normal. "Probably here to clean up a bit. Come in!" The man in black and white cleaning cloths entered the dark room and turned on the light.
"Oh sorry." The man said, noticing Chris squint. "What are you doing on the floor, are you ok?"
"No, not really to be honest." Chris smirked, hating to admit it.
"Here, let me help you." The man helped Chris sit on the cot.
"Thanks."
"No problem." The man looked carefully at Chris. "Man, you don't look so hot."
"Actually, I have a fever of 102."
"That's not cool."
"You don't have to say that twice." Chris smirked, causing the man to laugh slightly.
"Maybe you should go down to the health center, you look really bad."
"I dunno, I have to go help my friends and I have absolutely no energy whatsoever left at all in my body. It's this stupid fever." Chris growled.
"Well," The man didn't know what to do or say, he was just trying to be kind and helpful. "I'm sorry that I can't do anything for you, but I have to do my job." He began to change the sheets. Chris looked out the window as the man began to vacuum.
"Oh you guys, I'm so sorry, I guess it's just hopeless." Chris sighed saddly to himself. All of a sudden a hand grabbed his mouth and an arm wrung around his neck. Chris looked up to see the hotel man pull of a mask. "Keith!" Chris said in the muffled grasp.
"Such a fool Chris." He laughed. "I guess the fever has impaired your senses, you'd have to be blind!" Chris knew he was right, the fever was causing his vision to continuously blur and become foggy, and the passing out caused him to blackout enough times to. "To bad your friends are out on a wild goose chase, I wanted them to think you were going back for me tonight, when Lisa and I really wanted you to be here, alone and helpless."
"Good job honey." The two turned to see Lisa wearing a black and white maids dress.
"You look great."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked over." Well Chris, looks like the game is over. How does it feel to be a looser?"
"Why you, you wont get away with this!" Chris growled.
"Oh by Chris, we already have." She sneered as she pulled out a capsule from her pocket and shoved it into Chris's mouth. Keith rubbed his neck to make him swallow it. Chris's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fainted. "Good, now he'll be quiet."
"How do we get him out?" Keith asked and Lisa pointed to the laundry basket. "Aha, oh Lisa, you are so smart."
"I learned from the master."
"Aw."
They kissed and threw Chris into the bin and covered him in the sheets. They went to the exit and made a clean getaway. Their car was parked right outside the door, and after they changed out of the outfits, they threw Chris in the trunk and drove off. An hour later, the superstars arrived back empty handed and disappointed, only to find a hotel room a mess and without Chris.
"I knew it." Vince slumped down on a chair and grabbed his head in frustration.
"Oh no, they got Chris?" Hulk Hogan gasped in shock.
"No, no!" Stephanie began to cry.
"Man, this is hopeless, what in blazes are we gonna do now?" Jeff Hardy yelled.
"Guys we can't give up now, we still may have a chance." Rikishi stepped up and the dishearted crew looked up at him. "Look, a clue." He pointed to a track made on the floor by the laundry basket. They followed it to the back door where they saw the two cleaning outfits. Outside they found nothing. "Aw great a dead end, I guess I failed." He sighed.
"No wait, look." Jeff bent down. "We aren't out of the blue yet." He picked up the license plate he saw on the ground. "We can take this to the cops."
"Great, we can take it to the cops and they can find us the car!" Rikishi cheered.
"And that's exactly what we're gonna do." Vince smiled.
Apparently Chris had knocked it off through the trunk, he hadn't swallowed the pill, only acted like he did. But since he'd knocked a hole through the trunk to knock off the licence plate, all of the smoke and exhaust fumes were seeping in and had knocked him back out. So when Keith and Lisa made it to their destination, Chris was out cold. They took him inside and tied him up to a chair. After a few minutes of being back in good air, Chris began to regain consciousness. He opened his eyes to see a fuzzy image of Keith holding a gun at him and Lisa in the back on the phone ordering plane tickets.
"Yes two tickets please. From Iowa to Washington." She was saying to the operator. "To leave tomorrow morning. Yes, that time is fine. Ok, wait, hang on." She covered the phone with her hand and called to Keith. "Hey honey, do you want coach or first class?"
"Why not live it up and go first class?"
"First class." Lisa spoke back in the phone. "Yes, that's fine. Perfect, thanks so much." She hang up the phone and walked over next to Keith, leaning against him and wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "Well Chris, looks like the end of the line for you."
"If you must do it, do it now and get it over with." Chris groaned, his body had already taken too much pain. All of the suffering he'd had to undergo these past few weeks had been haliaetus and he could feel his life gradually slipping away from under him. "You've put too much suffering on the shoulders of my friends, you've tormented me beyond humanity, if anything, I want a quick and painless death."
"Too bad." Keith smiled. "You've given us too much suffering after defeating Carlos and Dan, you've tormented us from what you did in and with the different wrestling federations. If you had just died and let Vince get manipulated, Lisa and I would be ruling the wrestling world and we would be happy. If not for you, we would've been."
"Hey, it was my dream to become a wrestler!"
"And it was our dream to rule the wrestling world!" Lisa cried.
"If you never had to follow your stupid little fantasy, we would." Keith growled, setting the trigger. "But this, right now, can all make it different, it will change the world for the better of us and the worse of Vince and all your little friends."
"Yes Chris, for you to become a wrestler was your dreams, but in reality, it would turn out to be your nightmare."
"No, wait!" Chris shivered as Keith pointed the gun at him.
"Good by Chris."
"No!" A voice cried and Vince and the gang burst loudly into the room to see Lisa and Keith poised to kill Chris. The room stood still after the loud entrance. Did they make it?
"No!" Chris yelled and snapped awake to find himself on the cot in the hotel room. It wasn't real, it was just a dream. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back down, still weak and tired from the toxins now flowing in his body. He groaned, he still had no energy in him. He opened his eyes, he had to help his friends and he knew it. He just couldn't let them die out there, this was his match and he had to fight it. Chris moaned as he struggled to get up, finally managing to literally roll out of bed. He landed on the floor and tried to prop himself up. "Oh, it's no use." He began to feel dizzy as his vision started to blur and become foggy again. "But I can't just stay here, I have to do something." He shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. "It's up to me, I have to help them." He desperately attempted standing, but the lack of energy and the quickness of motion caused him to nearly black out. But before he could pass out he caught himself. The fever was still eminent, continually draining his body of all energy and fainting him at every chance it got. "I may not make it back this time, but it's up to me to save them."
Meanwhile, the morning sun lit up the busy streets of downtown Des Moines, Iowa. The SmackDown crew was trying to find any lead they could on getting Keith and Lisa.
"Guys, what are we gonna do?" Steph sighed, deciding to take a rest on a bus bench.
"I dunno, but should we really have left Chris back there?" Rikishi asked.
"He couldn't come with us even if he wanted to." Jeff replied.
"Besides, he's in no condition to even think about fighting them." Hogan agreed.
"Still, Kish may have a point, should we have left him alone?" Vince stepped up, everyone turned to him. "Maybe, maybe that's what they wanted?" They all gulped, understanding Vince now. What if this was as trick, what if Keith and Lisa wanted Chris to be alone and out of commission back in the hotel, could it be a trap?
Back at the hotel room, Chris found little strength inside his body as he tried desperately to move around. It was a struggle just to stand up and move his body without collapsing, he was in terrible shape and he knew it. This was bad, he couldn't help or protect them now, his friends could be in trouble and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Hello?" There was a knock at the door. Chris looked up with a sudden jerk. "Um, room service, anyone there?"
"Oh." Chris sighed with relief, feeling his heart beat return to normal. "Probably here to clean up a bit. Come in!" The man in black and white cleaning cloths entered the dark room and turned on the light.
"Oh sorry." The man said, noticing Chris squint. "What are you doing on the floor, are you ok?"
"No, not really to be honest." Chris smirked, hating to admit it.
"Here, let me help you." The man helped Chris sit on the cot.
"Thanks."
"No problem." The man looked carefully at Chris. "Man, you don't look so hot."
"Actually, I have a fever of 102."
"That's not cool."
"You don't have to say that twice." Chris smirked, causing the man to laugh slightly.
"Maybe you should go down to the health center, you look really bad."
"I dunno, I have to go help my friends and I have absolutely no energy whatsoever left at all in my body. It's this stupid fever." Chris growled.
"Well," The man didn't know what to do or say, he was just trying to be kind and helpful. "I'm sorry that I can't do anything for you, but I have to do my job." He began to change the sheets. Chris looked out the window as the man began to vacuum.
"Oh you guys, I'm so sorry, I guess it's just hopeless." Chris sighed saddly to himself. All of a sudden a hand grabbed his mouth and an arm wrung around his neck. Chris looked up to see the hotel man pull of a mask. "Keith!" Chris said in the muffled grasp.
"Such a fool Chris." He laughed. "I guess the fever has impaired your senses, you'd have to be blind!" Chris knew he was right, the fever was causing his vision to continuously blur and become foggy, and the passing out caused him to blackout enough times to. "To bad your friends are out on a wild goose chase, I wanted them to think you were going back for me tonight, when Lisa and I really wanted you to be here, alone and helpless."
"Good job honey." The two turned to see Lisa wearing a black and white maids dress.
"You look great."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked over." Well Chris, looks like the game is over. How does it feel to be a looser?"
"Why you, you wont get away with this!" Chris growled.
"Oh by Chris, we already have." She sneered as she pulled out a capsule from her pocket and shoved it into Chris's mouth. Keith rubbed his neck to make him swallow it. Chris's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fainted. "Good, now he'll be quiet."
"How do we get him out?" Keith asked and Lisa pointed to the laundry basket. "Aha, oh Lisa, you are so smart."
"I learned from the master."
"Aw."
They kissed and threw Chris into the bin and covered him in the sheets. They went to the exit and made a clean getaway. Their car was parked right outside the door, and after they changed out of the outfits, they threw Chris in the trunk and drove off. An hour later, the superstars arrived back empty handed and disappointed, only to find a hotel room a mess and without Chris.
"I knew it." Vince slumped down on a chair and grabbed his head in frustration.
"Oh no, they got Chris?" Hulk Hogan gasped in shock.
"No, no!" Stephanie began to cry.
"Man, this is hopeless, what in blazes are we gonna do now?" Jeff Hardy yelled.
"Guys we can't give up now, we still may have a chance." Rikishi stepped up and the dishearted crew looked up at him. "Look, a clue." He pointed to a track made on the floor by the laundry basket. They followed it to the back door where they saw the two cleaning outfits. Outside they found nothing. "Aw great a dead end, I guess I failed." He sighed.
"No wait, look." Jeff bent down. "We aren't out of the blue yet." He picked up the license plate he saw on the ground. "We can take this to the cops."
"Great, we can take it to the cops and they can find us the car!" Rikishi cheered.
"And that's exactly what we're gonna do." Vince smiled.
Apparently Chris had knocked it off through the trunk, he hadn't swallowed the pill, only acted like he did. But since he'd knocked a hole through the trunk to knock off the licence plate, all of the smoke and exhaust fumes were seeping in and had knocked him back out. So when Keith and Lisa made it to their destination, Chris was out cold. They took him inside and tied him up to a chair. After a few minutes of being back in good air, Chris began to regain consciousness. He opened his eyes to see a fuzzy image of Keith holding a gun at him and Lisa in the back on the phone ordering plane tickets.
"Yes two tickets please. From Iowa to Washington." She was saying to the operator. "To leave tomorrow morning. Yes, that time is fine. Ok, wait, hang on." She covered the phone with her hand and called to Keith. "Hey honey, do you want coach or first class?"
"Why not live it up and go first class?"
"First class." Lisa spoke back in the phone. "Yes, that's fine. Perfect, thanks so much." She hang up the phone and walked over next to Keith, leaning against him and wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "Well Chris, looks like the end of the line for you."
"If you must do it, do it now and get it over with." Chris groaned, his body had already taken too much pain. All of the suffering he'd had to undergo these past few weeks had been haliaetus and he could feel his life gradually slipping away from under him. "You've put too much suffering on the shoulders of my friends, you've tormented me beyond humanity, if anything, I want a quick and painless death."
"Too bad." Keith smiled. "You've given us too much suffering after defeating Carlos and Dan, you've tormented us from what you did in and with the different wrestling federations. If you had just died and let Vince get manipulated, Lisa and I would be ruling the wrestling world and we would be happy. If not for you, we would've been."
"Hey, it was my dream to become a wrestler!"
"And it was our dream to rule the wrestling world!" Lisa cried.
"If you never had to follow your stupid little fantasy, we would." Keith growled, setting the trigger. "But this, right now, can all make it different, it will change the world for the better of us and the worse of Vince and all your little friends."
"Yes Chris, for you to become a wrestler was your dreams, but in reality, it would turn out to be your nightmare."
"No, wait!" Chris shivered as Keith pointed the gun at him.
"Good by Chris."
"No!" A voice cried and Vince and the gang burst loudly into the room to see Lisa and Keith poised to kill Chris. The room stood still after the loud entrance. Did they make it?