Disclaimer: I still only own Cori and XA/N. **sniff, sniff** I wouldn't
mind owning Y2J or HBK, though....(
A/N: Tomorrow I must return to school (. And, believe me, that totally sucks!! That also means that I won't be able to update as often as I have the past week or so. I have a question for all of you. (I think I know what the answer is going to be though.) The way I have this story written is I can end it now, or at the RAW after Survivor Series with the Elimination Chamber. Whichever one the most reviewers pick is the way that I'll go because it makes no difference to me, which way you guys choose. I love this story to death, and would honestly love to see it get more reviews that my last story, Stand Here With Me. However, if we choose to end this one at this chapter, I can automatically start posting a chapter to my new story which is no where near being finished and I have no clue where it's going to end up, but it will be a Jericho/Steph fic. My first of those sorts. OK, now it's time to shut up and get on with the chapter.
XA/N: Bischoff had a preposition........
"And the preposition is this!!" He yelled, pulling out a gun. And we're not talking a little pistol type gun. We are talking an AK 47 machine gun, kind of gun. Naturally the group is both infuriated and a little scared at the same time.
"You little weasels have been ruining my show for the past year and now, I have something to say to all of you." Bischoff screamed..the guy really needs decaf...
"You're homosexual?" Kazza suggested. Bischoff looked surprised for a second, then went back to his "scary" approach. (BTW, we are not afraid of HIM, we are afraid of the toy in his hands, ok?)
"No." He was about to speak again, when Rockie interrupted him.
"You're heterosexual?" she suggested. Eric looked confused, then pointed the gun at her.
"NO!!!" He yelled. The group began to laugh.
"SHUT UP!!!" He screamed again, which only made them laugh harder.
"What in the blue hell are you people laughing at?!!?!?!" He demanded.
"YOU!! We're laughing at you!!!" Steph said between giggles.
"Why?"
"Because you said you were gay!" Jericho yelled out from the back. Bischoff looked at him.
"I did not!!"
"Did too." Shawn piped up.
"Did not!"
"Yes huh!"
"Nun huh!" Bischoff screamed at him, then regained his composure and held the gun up at them again. After a few more seconds the laughter tapered off.
"Say goodbye, my faithful idiots.." Bischoff mumbled and pulled the trigger.
To be continued....
**
Shawn finished taping his wrists up and stood up. He stretched his tight blue jeans out a little and put a white t-shirt on. He picked up the black 'HBK' type thing that he put on over his blue jeans. Shawn took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down the anger that was surging through him. He wanted to hurt Hunter...badly...but he wouldn't, couldn't kill him. As much as Shawn wanted to kill Hunter, he couldn't. He just needed to get through this match, and he would be good for a while.
Shawn saw Chris in the hallway while he was walking out to the gorilla position, but he said nothing to him. Chris didn't say anything to him either, because he knew somehow that Shawn was trying to keep his focus. Shawn absently wondered if Liz was going to be here tonight. He was finally there, and was waiting for the stage crew to signal that he was on.
The signal came and Shawn took off. He walked out in front of the crowd and the adrenaline hit him. He ran down the ramp and posed like the old time HBK. The crowd ate it up. Shawn couldn't help but smile. He took the string thing and the t-shirt off. Then he posed and taunted in the corner while Hunter made his way to the ring. Shawn tried to hide the look of fury that he had on his face. He didn't know how well he was doing.
Shawn got down from his spot on the turnbuckle and started to walk towards Hunter. He still had the t-shirt in his hand, so he decided to put it to good use. He tossed the shirt at Hunter, and it hit him in the face. Hunter threw it to the ground and Shawn went at him. They traded punches and Hunter tossed Shawn out of the ring.
Shawn was running on pure adrenaline, and he climbed right back up into the ring, which took the taunting Hunter by surprise. Shawn again started to lay hard punches into the man, and somehow Hunter got the advantage. He started attacking Shawn's back with chairs and the belt that Shawn had worn to the ring.
Soon, the waves of the match changed again, with Shawn getting the advantage. Shawn hit Hunter over the head with a chair, busting him open. Shawn fell to a knee and Hunter went down. Shawn and Hunter were soon swinging away again and made their way to the outside, where Shawn sat up a table and pulled out a fire-extinguisher which he promptly hit Hunter over the head with.
Shawn put Hunter on the table and made his way into the ring. He climbed the turn buckle and he stopped on the second one momentarily to make a "crazy" motion about himself for what he was going to do.
"Yeah, you are crazy," King said.
"Don't do it Shawn!!" J. R. yelled. If Shawn had heard them, he would've done the same thing anyways.
Shawn jumped from the turnbuckle onto Hunter, causing the table to break under their weight. After lying there for a few seconds, both men made their way back into the ring. Shawn pulled the upper hand for a while, bringing out a ladder after knocking Hunter down again. Shawn climbed the ladder and told all of the fans that he loved them and that he was doing this for them.
Cameron crossed his fingers while his father made his way to the top of the ladder. He was caught up in this match, and he had never seen his dad wrestle before. Lita watched the match with great interest behind him. And, finally, behind her, Chris Jericho watched with great interest as he watched Shawn jump off the ladder onto Hunter.
Shawn jumped onto Hunter and stood up right afterwards, and made his way to the corner. Shawn nodded and started to tune up the band for some sweet chin music. Hunter got up slowly and walked over to Shawn, dodging the super kick. He knocked Shawn down with almost all he had left in his tank. Shawn laid there on the mat for a second, then hopped up, much like the Rock did and started to jump up and down. The crowd was totally into this, and began to chant 'HBK'.
Shawn tuned that band up again, and Hunter slowly returned to his feet. Shawn tried to execute the move again, but Hunter dodged it once again and set Shawn up for the pedigree. The crowd began to boo, but they didn't get far, because Shawn reversed the move and pinned him 1-2-3.
Shawn immediately pointed to the sky and thanked God for letting him do this one last time. He let Hebner raise his hand as he stood up. Shawn was all smiles and he felt like his retribution was served. Then he felt a piercing pain in his back. Hebner dropped his hand and Shawn fell to his knees.
"No!!" Chris yelled and walked to the door. But, he couldn't open it. He had promised Shawn that he wouldn't interfere in the match to help him, no matter what. Frustrated, Chris turned around to see Hunter hit Shawn again in between the shoulder blades.
Chris ran out of the room at that point.
Shawn lay on the mat, content to just lay there. The pain was excruciating. He noticed that Hunter was walking backstage now. He felt himself being lifted up onto a stretcher and taken backstage. Chris was waiting for him.
"I wanted to kill him, Chris." Shawn mumbled, "But I didn't...I should have." He said. Chris smiled.
"I wanted to interfere, but I didn't, I kept my promise to you Shawn." Chris said, as he stepped into the ambulance with him.
"Good, I'm proud, you know how to keep a promise," he joked. The ambulance door closed and they sped off.
"I'm sorry about this, Shawn, I should've ran down and helped." Chris said, hanging his head.
"No, I told you not to come down because I knew Hunter was planning this. I wanted to take a break. I need to get my priorities straight. Then I'll come back and make my voice heard, trust me." He said. Chris nodded as the siren of the ambulance filled the silence between them.
**
End here or no?
A/N: Tomorrow I must return to school (. And, believe me, that totally sucks!! That also means that I won't be able to update as often as I have the past week or so. I have a question for all of you. (I think I know what the answer is going to be though.) The way I have this story written is I can end it now, or at the RAW after Survivor Series with the Elimination Chamber. Whichever one the most reviewers pick is the way that I'll go because it makes no difference to me, which way you guys choose. I love this story to death, and would honestly love to see it get more reviews that my last story, Stand Here With Me. However, if we choose to end this one at this chapter, I can automatically start posting a chapter to my new story which is no where near being finished and I have no clue where it's going to end up, but it will be a Jericho/Steph fic. My first of those sorts. OK, now it's time to shut up and get on with the chapter.
XA/N: Bischoff had a preposition........
"And the preposition is this!!" He yelled, pulling out a gun. And we're not talking a little pistol type gun. We are talking an AK 47 machine gun, kind of gun. Naturally the group is both infuriated and a little scared at the same time.
"You little weasels have been ruining my show for the past year and now, I have something to say to all of you." Bischoff screamed..the guy really needs decaf...
"You're homosexual?" Kazza suggested. Bischoff looked surprised for a second, then went back to his "scary" approach. (BTW, we are not afraid of HIM, we are afraid of the toy in his hands, ok?)
"No." He was about to speak again, when Rockie interrupted him.
"You're heterosexual?" she suggested. Eric looked confused, then pointed the gun at her.
"NO!!!" He yelled. The group began to laugh.
"SHUT UP!!!" He screamed again, which only made them laugh harder.
"What in the blue hell are you people laughing at?!!?!?!" He demanded.
"YOU!! We're laughing at you!!!" Steph said between giggles.
"Why?"
"Because you said you were gay!" Jericho yelled out from the back. Bischoff looked at him.
"I did not!!"
"Did too." Shawn piped up.
"Did not!"
"Yes huh!"
"Nun huh!" Bischoff screamed at him, then regained his composure and held the gun up at them again. After a few more seconds the laughter tapered off.
"Say goodbye, my faithful idiots.." Bischoff mumbled and pulled the trigger.
To be continued....
**
Shawn finished taping his wrists up and stood up. He stretched his tight blue jeans out a little and put a white t-shirt on. He picked up the black 'HBK' type thing that he put on over his blue jeans. Shawn took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down the anger that was surging through him. He wanted to hurt Hunter...badly...but he wouldn't, couldn't kill him. As much as Shawn wanted to kill Hunter, he couldn't. He just needed to get through this match, and he would be good for a while.
Shawn saw Chris in the hallway while he was walking out to the gorilla position, but he said nothing to him. Chris didn't say anything to him either, because he knew somehow that Shawn was trying to keep his focus. Shawn absently wondered if Liz was going to be here tonight. He was finally there, and was waiting for the stage crew to signal that he was on.
The signal came and Shawn took off. He walked out in front of the crowd and the adrenaline hit him. He ran down the ramp and posed like the old time HBK. The crowd ate it up. Shawn couldn't help but smile. He took the string thing and the t-shirt off. Then he posed and taunted in the corner while Hunter made his way to the ring. Shawn tried to hide the look of fury that he had on his face. He didn't know how well he was doing.
Shawn got down from his spot on the turnbuckle and started to walk towards Hunter. He still had the t-shirt in his hand, so he decided to put it to good use. He tossed the shirt at Hunter, and it hit him in the face. Hunter threw it to the ground and Shawn went at him. They traded punches and Hunter tossed Shawn out of the ring.
Shawn was running on pure adrenaline, and he climbed right back up into the ring, which took the taunting Hunter by surprise. Shawn again started to lay hard punches into the man, and somehow Hunter got the advantage. He started attacking Shawn's back with chairs and the belt that Shawn had worn to the ring.
Soon, the waves of the match changed again, with Shawn getting the advantage. Shawn hit Hunter over the head with a chair, busting him open. Shawn fell to a knee and Hunter went down. Shawn and Hunter were soon swinging away again and made their way to the outside, where Shawn sat up a table and pulled out a fire-extinguisher which he promptly hit Hunter over the head with.
Shawn put Hunter on the table and made his way into the ring. He climbed the turn buckle and he stopped on the second one momentarily to make a "crazy" motion about himself for what he was going to do.
"Yeah, you are crazy," King said.
"Don't do it Shawn!!" J. R. yelled. If Shawn had heard them, he would've done the same thing anyways.
Shawn jumped from the turnbuckle onto Hunter, causing the table to break under their weight. After lying there for a few seconds, both men made their way back into the ring. Shawn pulled the upper hand for a while, bringing out a ladder after knocking Hunter down again. Shawn climbed the ladder and told all of the fans that he loved them and that he was doing this for them.
Cameron crossed his fingers while his father made his way to the top of the ladder. He was caught up in this match, and he had never seen his dad wrestle before. Lita watched the match with great interest behind him. And, finally, behind her, Chris Jericho watched with great interest as he watched Shawn jump off the ladder onto Hunter.
Shawn jumped onto Hunter and stood up right afterwards, and made his way to the corner. Shawn nodded and started to tune up the band for some sweet chin music. Hunter got up slowly and walked over to Shawn, dodging the super kick. He knocked Shawn down with almost all he had left in his tank. Shawn laid there on the mat for a second, then hopped up, much like the Rock did and started to jump up and down. The crowd was totally into this, and began to chant 'HBK'.
Shawn tuned that band up again, and Hunter slowly returned to his feet. Shawn tried to execute the move again, but Hunter dodged it once again and set Shawn up for the pedigree. The crowd began to boo, but they didn't get far, because Shawn reversed the move and pinned him 1-2-3.
Shawn immediately pointed to the sky and thanked God for letting him do this one last time. He let Hebner raise his hand as he stood up. Shawn was all smiles and he felt like his retribution was served. Then he felt a piercing pain in his back. Hebner dropped his hand and Shawn fell to his knees.
"No!!" Chris yelled and walked to the door. But, he couldn't open it. He had promised Shawn that he wouldn't interfere in the match to help him, no matter what. Frustrated, Chris turned around to see Hunter hit Shawn again in between the shoulder blades.
Chris ran out of the room at that point.
Shawn lay on the mat, content to just lay there. The pain was excruciating. He noticed that Hunter was walking backstage now. He felt himself being lifted up onto a stretcher and taken backstage. Chris was waiting for him.
"I wanted to kill him, Chris." Shawn mumbled, "But I didn't...I should have." He said. Chris smiled.
"I wanted to interfere, but I didn't, I kept my promise to you Shawn." Chris said, as he stepped into the ambulance with him.
"Good, I'm proud, you know how to keep a promise," he joked. The ambulance door closed and they sped off.
"I'm sorry about this, Shawn, I should've ran down and helped." Chris said, hanging his head.
"No, I told you not to come down because I knew Hunter was planning this. I wanted to take a break. I need to get my priorities straight. Then I'll come back and make my voice heard, trust me." He said. Chris nodded as the siren of the ambulance filled the silence between them.
**
End here or no?