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Trish ended the kiss, moments later. Shock was in the face of the red faced Chris Jericho. Even the RAW announce team was in shock.
Trish looked at Chris, as a tear ran down her face. She looked down, then quickly exited the ring, and went backstage.
Chris stood there, until a commercial break came on. Until then, he finally regained his senses, and ran his bloodied hand through his hair. The crowd, in support of the Canadian, went into uproar, and started a "Y2J" chant. He looked to the crowd, giving them a confused smile, then left the ring, going up the ramp and backstage.
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"Ladies and gentleman, can you believe it? Chris Jericho finally got what he wanted, isn't that amazing, King, JR?" Coach asked, relaxing back in his seat.
"Well, Coach, will you first off put your God damned feet off of this table." Jim Ross growled, and King did the favor for him. "But, if you look here, when we went to commercial break..."
The titantron then went to a "During The Break," showing Chris Jericho, yet confused, getting a round of applause from the crowd. The scene then went back, live.
"You know, fellas, this doesn't surprise me at all. Chris Jericho gets what he wants." Coach started to explain. "And Trish is what he wanted this time. You know why he always does, because he is... The King of the Word, a HUGE Rock Star."
"No, no, no, I think that Trish just finally got sick of it all. Who wouldn't? It's just sick to see Chris Jericho mope around like that! He should've gotten Trish!" King yelled.
"Well, folks, we do have something backstage to report!" Jim Ross informed everyone, as the cameras went to backstage, following Chris Jericho. He stopped at Trish Stratus's locker room. He knocked once, getting no answer.
"Trish, are you in there?" He asked, to the door, knocking once again. He decided and just opened the door, seeing the locker room cleared out. Chris's body responded, as he ran out of the locker room, and to the parking lot, where Trish Stratus was in view, just getting into a limousine.
"Trish, wait up!" He yelled, but to no avail, the car sped off, out of the garage, and into the city. He sighed, looking down, dejectedly going back into the arena.
Trish ended the kiss, moments later. Shock was in the face of the red faced Chris Jericho. Even the RAW announce team was in shock.
Trish looked at Chris, as a tear ran down her face. She looked down, then quickly exited the ring, and went backstage.
Chris stood there, until a commercial break came on. Until then, he finally regained his senses, and ran his bloodied hand through his hair. The crowd, in support of the Canadian, went into uproar, and started a "Y2J" chant. He looked to the crowd, giving them a confused smile, then left the ring, going up the ramp and backstage.
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"Ladies and gentleman, can you believe it? Chris Jericho finally got what he wanted, isn't that amazing, King, JR?" Coach asked, relaxing back in his seat.
"Well, Coach, will you first off put your God damned feet off of this table." Jim Ross growled, and King did the favor for him. "But, if you look here, when we went to commercial break..."
The titantron then went to a "During The Break," showing Chris Jericho, yet confused, getting a round of applause from the crowd. The scene then went back, live.
"You know, fellas, this doesn't surprise me at all. Chris Jericho gets what he wants." Coach started to explain. "And Trish is what he wanted this time. You know why he always does, because he is... The King of the Word, a HUGE Rock Star."
"No, no, no, I think that Trish just finally got sick of it all. Who wouldn't? It's just sick to see Chris Jericho mope around like that! He should've gotten Trish!" King yelled.
"Well, folks, we do have something backstage to report!" Jim Ross informed everyone, as the cameras went to backstage, following Chris Jericho. He stopped at Trish Stratus's locker room. He knocked once, getting no answer.
"Trish, are you in there?" He asked, to the door, knocking once again. He decided and just opened the door, seeing the locker room cleared out. Chris's body responded, as he ran out of the locker room, and to the parking lot, where Trish Stratus was in view, just getting into a limousine.
"Trish, wait up!" He yelled, but to no avail, the car sped off, out of the garage, and into the city. He sighed, looking down, dejectedly going back into the arena.