A/N: Woo! Thanks for the reviews! Wow, a lot for me! LOL. Last night was
too damn funny with Chris seeing Mae! Disgusting, but classic TV! =X! Enjoy
the chapter!
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"... You think I gave a crap about what Bitchoff says?"
"He wants us to be a team tonight!"
"Ha, right, with your 'Peeps'? No way, hose." Chris snarled.
"But, but, it's scheduled next!" Christian whined.
"But, but, I don't give a crap! Go ahead and get your chipper little 'peep' ass beat, jackass." Chris growled, and headed out of the locker room. Christian stared, in triumph.
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Chris stared at what was before him, the OLD site that stood before him, clearly naked. He backed up into a wall, reaching for the door with one hand, and trying to block out his vision with the other. Mae Young, on the other hand, was stepping closer to Chris. He finally got the door out, and slipped out in time, slamming the door shut right in poor Mae's face. Her anguished cry was met after that 'encounter.'
He started to walk down the hallway, rubbing his eyes hard, then stopped when hearing a female laughter. He opened his eyes, and cocked his head immediately.
"What, Chris? Think I don't know some tricks up my sleeve?" Trish said, laughing.
"Do you know what you just did?" He questioned, his mind still etched with the horrifying image.
"You know what you did to ME?" Her laughing suddenly stopped, turning the hallway into an awkward silence, until she spoke. "You broke my heart, Chris? Do you even know that feeling?"
"Trish! It was a..." He stopped, seeing Trish's figure go away, into the darkness of another hallway. "...Joke." He mumbled, and sulked all the way to his locker room.
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"Hey, Jericho, looks like you've got some problems." Christian said, letting himself into Chris's locker room.
Chris just looked up. "And who the hell said you could come into my locker room?"
Christian smirked. "No one, but I don't care. I've got to say a call words to you, man."
"Say it, before I kick your ass out now." Chris warned, then sat back in his chair to wait for some bitchy complains from his fellow Canadian.
"Trish, she doesn't dig you, bro. Let me explain for you. Let's just say, you're... Superman."
Chris cut him off. "Superman?"
"Let me explain you dumbass! Anyway, what I was talking about, you're like Superman, right? Well, Trish is... What we would refer to as, kryptonite. You see, no matter how try you hard, there's no way you can get her, because when..."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM, NOW!" Chris yelled, getting up and throwing Christian out himself. He shut the door, and slammed his head onto wall, hard.
"What the hell is he trying to do to me?" Chris asked himself, and grabbed his chair, throwing it into the door.
The 'King of the World' was pissed off, and he stormed out of his locker room, in search of one 'Creepy Little Bastard.'
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"Thank you, Eric." The man gleamed, as he stood in Eric Bischoff's office.
"No problem, Christian, now, the match is set, what kind of stipulation do you want?" Eric asked, writing something down.
"Special guest referee." Christian smiled.
"And who'll that be?"
He thought for a second, until a smirk formed on his lips.
"Trish Stratus."
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A/N: Okay, I turned around the storyline. ;) Hope you all liked this chapter, please read and review!
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"... You think I gave a crap about what Bitchoff says?"
"He wants us to be a team tonight!"
"Ha, right, with your 'Peeps'? No way, hose." Chris snarled.
"But, but, it's scheduled next!" Christian whined.
"But, but, I don't give a crap! Go ahead and get your chipper little 'peep' ass beat, jackass." Chris growled, and headed out of the locker room. Christian stared, in triumph.
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Chris stared at what was before him, the OLD site that stood before him, clearly naked. He backed up into a wall, reaching for the door with one hand, and trying to block out his vision with the other. Mae Young, on the other hand, was stepping closer to Chris. He finally got the door out, and slipped out in time, slamming the door shut right in poor Mae's face. Her anguished cry was met after that 'encounter.'
He started to walk down the hallway, rubbing his eyes hard, then stopped when hearing a female laughter. He opened his eyes, and cocked his head immediately.
"What, Chris? Think I don't know some tricks up my sleeve?" Trish said, laughing.
"Do you know what you just did?" He questioned, his mind still etched with the horrifying image.
"You know what you did to ME?" Her laughing suddenly stopped, turning the hallway into an awkward silence, until she spoke. "You broke my heart, Chris? Do you even know that feeling?"
"Trish! It was a..." He stopped, seeing Trish's figure go away, into the darkness of another hallway. "...Joke." He mumbled, and sulked all the way to his locker room.
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"Hey, Jericho, looks like you've got some problems." Christian said, letting himself into Chris's locker room.
Chris just looked up. "And who the hell said you could come into my locker room?"
Christian smirked. "No one, but I don't care. I've got to say a call words to you, man."
"Say it, before I kick your ass out now." Chris warned, then sat back in his chair to wait for some bitchy complains from his fellow Canadian.
"Trish, she doesn't dig you, bro. Let me explain for you. Let's just say, you're... Superman."
Chris cut him off. "Superman?"
"Let me explain you dumbass! Anyway, what I was talking about, you're like Superman, right? Well, Trish is... What we would refer to as, kryptonite. You see, no matter how try you hard, there's no way you can get her, because when..."
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM, NOW!" Chris yelled, getting up and throwing Christian out himself. He shut the door, and slammed his head onto wall, hard.
"What the hell is he trying to do to me?" Chris asked himself, and grabbed his chair, throwing it into the door.
The 'King of the World' was pissed off, and he stormed out of his locker room, in search of one 'Creepy Little Bastard.'
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"Thank you, Eric." The man gleamed, as he stood in Eric Bischoff's office.
"No problem, Christian, now, the match is set, what kind of stipulation do you want?" Eric asked, writing something down.
"Special guest referee." Christian smiled.
"And who'll that be?"
He thought for a second, until a smirk formed on his lips.
"Trish Stratus."
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A/N: Okay, I turned around the storyline. ;) Hope you all liked this chapter, please read and review!