~! Heh, I'm writing this as I don't have the internet at this moment. But
anyway, anyone heard the WWE Originals CD? Got it the first day it came
out...And, superflantastic! :D Trish is freaking awesome on her song, and I
drool at Chris's, and the DVD of him warming up was pretty damn funny. Eh
em, but anyway...=x !~
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"...And the special guest referee for this match, coming down to the ring, from Toronto, Canada, Trish Stratus!" Lillian Garcia announced to everyone in attendance, and to Chris Jericho and Christian, who were prepared to battle.
Trish got into the ring, fear in her eyes. No, she didn't want to be put in the match, but she was forced into it. Her referee's clung to her chest, like most women when they were the special guest referees cleavage was shown. Her black "100% Stratusfaction" pants fit snugly around her legs.
Right before the bell was rung, the sound of Mark Henry's theme rounded around the arena. Theodore Long walked through curtains, stopping at the stage with his hand wrapped around a microphone. The song quickly faded away at the start of his voice.
"Now wait a minute, playa, before you ring dat bell, hol' up a minute. You see, I'm the GM tonight, and there's no thing more I love to see in the ring than two white boys beatin' each otha up, along with snow white in the middle of the entourage. But, since I'm in the givin' mood tonight, this match, is a No Disqualification match, now ring that bell." He smirked, then walked back backstage. Trish stared at the stage, then signaled for the start of the match.
Trish cringed, as the sound of steal on head shuddered throughout the arena. Ten minutes into the match, five near falls, steel steps, and now Chris bloodied by the shot. Christian smirked, looking to Trish before falling on top of Chris, counting as Trish reluctantly went for the three, but couldn't get to it. Jericho's arm shot up right before the three, and Christian turned enraged. He grabbed the steel chair, waiting for Chris to get up. He grinned, watching the fellow Canadian slowly get up, using the ropes for leverage.
Once Chris was up to his feet, with a little wobble, Christian brought the chair back, swinging forward with all the momentum he could. Chris dropped, just in time, making the chair bounce off the ropes, and straight into the face of Christian! The crowd leapt up, everyone cheering, and Trish finding herself cheering at the point, also! He had the dazed look on his face, and fell backwards, onto the mat, the chair falling on his chest. Chris looked, then ran to the ropes, jumping off to execute the Lionsault!
One, two... No!
"You've got to be kidding me, that was THREE!" Chris shouted, at the referee.
"He kicked out!" Trish shouted back. He shook his head, thinking for a second, before a smile crept onto his face. Chris grabbed the steel chair, lifting it up and started to pound on Christian's chest. Trish, trying to call it right down the middle, pleaded with Chris to stop the violent chair shots, and he finally gave in, but only for a few seconds, before locking on the Walls of Jericho!
Within two minutes, Christian had finally tapped out! Chris finally let go of the Walls, watching Christian grab onto his chest, and roll out of the ring. He then looked to Trish, with a smile, and pointed to his wrist. She grabbed onto it, raising his hand into the air. Trish was about to let go, before he grabbed onto her hand, and grabbed a microphone with the other, as his music abruptly cut.
"Trish, now, I know, all of the fans know, that this has gone on long enough." He stopped; freeing her hand, only to wipe off some of the blood that was still pouring down his face. "I've seen you backstage, Trish, I've heard enough of it, about me breaking your heart. Let me tell you the truth right now. Yes, the damn thing that Christian and me had going was a bet, but the way, the way I left for you, it was real." He sighed, taking a deep breath. "That night, when you were outside the locker room, it's the only way that Christian, I can get through to the cheap son of a bitch. I think what I'm..."
Trish grabbed the microphone, cutting of Chris. "That you're, in love with me? Chris, I... I just can't take this anymore." She turned around, putting her hand to her face, trying to cover up her emotions. But, her next move surprised absolutely everyone.
She kissed him.
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"...And the special guest referee for this match, coming down to the ring, from Toronto, Canada, Trish Stratus!" Lillian Garcia announced to everyone in attendance, and to Chris Jericho and Christian, who were prepared to battle.
Trish got into the ring, fear in her eyes. No, she didn't want to be put in the match, but she was forced into it. Her referee's clung to her chest, like most women when they were the special guest referees cleavage was shown. Her black "100% Stratusfaction" pants fit snugly around her legs.
Right before the bell was rung, the sound of Mark Henry's theme rounded around the arena. Theodore Long walked through curtains, stopping at the stage with his hand wrapped around a microphone. The song quickly faded away at the start of his voice.
"Now wait a minute, playa, before you ring dat bell, hol' up a minute. You see, I'm the GM tonight, and there's no thing more I love to see in the ring than two white boys beatin' each otha up, along with snow white in the middle of the entourage. But, since I'm in the givin' mood tonight, this match, is a No Disqualification match, now ring that bell." He smirked, then walked back backstage. Trish stared at the stage, then signaled for the start of the match.
Trish cringed, as the sound of steal on head shuddered throughout the arena. Ten minutes into the match, five near falls, steel steps, and now Chris bloodied by the shot. Christian smirked, looking to Trish before falling on top of Chris, counting as Trish reluctantly went for the three, but couldn't get to it. Jericho's arm shot up right before the three, and Christian turned enraged. He grabbed the steel chair, waiting for Chris to get up. He grinned, watching the fellow Canadian slowly get up, using the ropes for leverage.
Once Chris was up to his feet, with a little wobble, Christian brought the chair back, swinging forward with all the momentum he could. Chris dropped, just in time, making the chair bounce off the ropes, and straight into the face of Christian! The crowd leapt up, everyone cheering, and Trish finding herself cheering at the point, also! He had the dazed look on his face, and fell backwards, onto the mat, the chair falling on his chest. Chris looked, then ran to the ropes, jumping off to execute the Lionsault!
One, two... No!
"You've got to be kidding me, that was THREE!" Chris shouted, at the referee.
"He kicked out!" Trish shouted back. He shook his head, thinking for a second, before a smile crept onto his face. Chris grabbed the steel chair, lifting it up and started to pound on Christian's chest. Trish, trying to call it right down the middle, pleaded with Chris to stop the violent chair shots, and he finally gave in, but only for a few seconds, before locking on the Walls of Jericho!
Within two minutes, Christian had finally tapped out! Chris finally let go of the Walls, watching Christian grab onto his chest, and roll out of the ring. He then looked to Trish, with a smile, and pointed to his wrist. She grabbed onto it, raising his hand into the air. Trish was about to let go, before he grabbed onto her hand, and grabbed a microphone with the other, as his music abruptly cut.
"Trish, now, I know, all of the fans know, that this has gone on long enough." He stopped; freeing her hand, only to wipe off some of the blood that was still pouring down his face. "I've seen you backstage, Trish, I've heard enough of it, about me breaking your heart. Let me tell you the truth right now. Yes, the damn thing that Christian and me had going was a bet, but the way, the way I left for you, it was real." He sighed, taking a deep breath. "That night, when you were outside the locker room, it's the only way that Christian, I can get through to the cheap son of a bitch. I think what I'm..."
Trish grabbed the microphone, cutting of Chris. "That you're, in love with me? Chris, I... I just can't take this anymore." She turned around, putting her hand to her face, trying to cover up her emotions. But, her next move surprised absolutely everyone.
She kissed him.