~THREE MONTHS PRIOR~
Chris walked out of his dressing room, wondering who he could go hang out with. He was bored sitting all alone in his dressing room. He walked down the hallway, nodding at various co-workers. Everyone had a friendly smile towards him and he was pretty psyched about his match later on. Now, he just had to go find out who would win between him and Hunter.
"Hey man," RVD said, approaching Chris from the front.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing," RVD said coolly, "Just waiting around for my match to start."
"Who you facing again?"
"Christian."
"Cool, good luck with that," Chris told him.
"Yeah," RVD nodded, "It should be cool, I mean I am in it right?"
Chris just laughed, "I was just about to go find out who's winning in my match tonight with Hunter."
"Ahh, ten bucks says it's not you," RVD joked, though it was tempered with the truth. Everyone knew that Hunter was getting played as the favorite of the McMahon family.
"That's a sure thing if I ever heard it," Chris said, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure little Miss Stephanie had something to do with that. Since the two seem to be joined at the hip."
It wasn't that Chris hated Stephanie, it's just everyone knew she always got her way. Her father doted on her, her mother babied her, and her brother protected her fiercely. And now that she was with Hunter, she had him wrapped around her little finger, and as a reward for that, he was on the best winning streak of his life.
"See you later then," RVD said waving as he walked off.
"Yeah, later," Chris echoed.
He started walking down to the production table when he felt to feminine arms wrap around his waist. He looked to his side and saw Victoria smiling up at him. He shook his head and laughed. She was always sneaking up on all the guys and giggling, like she was now.
"What's up Vic?" Chris asked, walking alongside her.
"Just wanted to come see one of my favorite boys," she grinned, "Where ya headed?"
"Production, they have the schedule and I want to see who's winning in my match," he explained.
"Cool, I'll come with," she told him.
"Fine with me."
Together, they walked down to production and Chris grabbed the program, the one that told the matches and who was winning in them. His match against Hunter was one of the main events, and it was for the World title, so he was fully expecting to lose, but much to his surprise he wasn't. There in Stephanie's neat, precise handwriting was his name. Chris looked at Victoria, who looked surprised by what they had just read.
"You're winning!" she exclaimed.
"Wow," Chris said, not expecting to come out the winner.
"That's great, I wonder why no one told you."
"No idea," Chris said, looking down at the sheet again, "Maybe they didn't decide until late."
"Possibly. But this is great," she said, kissing his cheek.
He smiled, "You know, it is. It's about time I got the gold."
"You are so right," she said, before seeing Steven Richards gesturing that they had their match next, "Oops, gotta go Chris, I'm beating Trish tonight."
"Great, good luck," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Thanks," she said, jogging over to her partner for the evening.
Chris decided he might as well iron out the details for his match later on. He was still a little surprised that he was winning against Hunter of all people. He guessed they were tired of having the belt on Hunter, he had had it for an awful long while. The people wanted to see someone new holding that big, gold belt. And nobody was a better candidate than him.
He walked up to Hunter's locker room and not bothering to knock, walked inside. Nobody really knocked around here, unless it was one of the guys knocking on the girl's locker room. He didn't realize that Hunter wasn't there until moments after the door clicked behind him. He did however notice the topless Stephanie dressing in the middle of the room. She squealed and covered her breasts, not wanting him to get a free show. He turned around quickly, embarrassed.
"Oh my God, Stephanie I am SO sorry!" he exclaimed, blushing madly.
"Why didn't you knock!?!" she yelled.
"I didn't know. I thought it was just Hunter in here," he told her.
"But you know we share!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't really see anything, if it's any consolation."
She laughed loudly, turning to put her bra on, "It's ok, even if you did see something."
"Ok, if you don't care, I did see your tits," he laughed.
"I figured as much. You can turn around now," she said as she clasped her bra in the back.
He turned around then quickly turned back towards the wall, "You're still in your underwear."
"Yeah, so? It doesn't matter. Don't tell me you're too much of a gentlemen to look at me in my skivvies," she giggled.
He turned back around and looked at her. She really was a sight. She was dressed in some lacy underwear, both black. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had fallen into her face, making her look seductive. Chris didn't realize he was blatantly staring at her, taking her all in.
Stephanie, however, did notice. She had never realized that she could get this kind of reaction from Chris Jericho. He never seemed like he liked her all that much. It kind of felt nice to have someone besides Hunter notice her. She had a sneaking suspicion most of the roster only viewed her at as the boss's daughter. Deciding to have a little fun with Chris, she walked slowly over to him.
"Like what you see?" she asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.
Chris snapped out of it, "Sorry, didn't mean to stare."
"It's ok. I appreciate the attention," she smiled, "So why exactly did you barge into the room?"
"Oh, well, I wanted to talk about my match with your boyfriend," Chris said, sitting himself down on the couch, and making himself comfortable.
"Oh yes, you're winning," she said while putting on a short skirt.
"Yeah, I was actually surprised by that. Care to shed some light on that one for me, considering you are on creative."
"It's about time we gave someone else a chance to hold the belt," she shrugged, "Hunter's had it long enough in my opinion."
"But you're the one who got it for him in the first place."
"I don't delude myself into thinking that he wanted to date me for the sole reason that he likes me," she shrugged, "I just gave it to him because I knew, ultimately, deep down, that's what he wanted from me."
"Now come on," Chris said disbelievingly, "You can't honestly believe that?"
"I can and do. You have to be careful who you get close to around these parts Chris. You never know who's in it to use you."
"If I were with you, I'd never use you," Chris said.
"Well thanks," she told him, grabbing a tank top and putting it on, "Hunter should be back soon, he just went to go eat and talk with the guys."
"Why didn't you go along?"
She smirked and Chris got a bit nervous. She was looking an awful lot like her character right now and that was a teensy bit scary. He didn't know quite what to expect from her, he didn't really know Stephanie all that well, she might be just like her character for all she knew.
"I knew you would come here," she told him.
"Ok," he said, befuddled, "So that doesn't explain anything."
"I chose you Chris, to get the belt, I think you deserve it."
"Thanks," he said, giving her a strained smile.
"So now that I've done something good for you. You have to do something good for me."
"I don't think I'm following you," he said, looking at her critically.
"Let me interfere on your behalf," she said, turning to him.
"But you're with Hunter."
"Chris, I want to screw with him. I want to give him a false sense of security. I want to show him that he cannot push me around."
"Has he done something to you?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"Nothing except bored me to tears. He thinks that the guys are more important than me, and you know what Chris, I can't stand for that. He needs to know that he cannot and will not screw with me."
"Ok," Chris said, suddenly wishing he hadn't come here, "And you want me to help you."
Stephanie came and stood before him. He looked up at her curiously, "You liked what you saw earlier didn't you Chris?"
He kept his mouth shut. This conversation had just taken a turn towards the weird. Sure he had liked what he saw. Stephanie was a beautiful woman and he'd be an idiot if he didn't think she was sexy as well. And from what he had seen, she was even sexier sans clothing.
"No answer," she said, "Interesting. It's ok if you liked it Chris."
"Sure, whatever," he said, just wanting to leave, but she was right in front of him.
She bent down and came to him eye to eye, "We can make each other happy Chris."
"Stephanie, I don't want to help you cheat on your boyfriend," he said quickly.
She laughed out loud, not even quieting her voice, "I don't want to fuck you Chris, that is the farthest thing from my mind at the moment."
"Oh," Chris said, slightly relieved. Key word being slightly, "Then what do you want?"
She went over and locked the door before sitting on the coffee table in front of Chris. She weighed her words carefully, looking like she was trying to figure out the best way to put what she had to say. She opened her mouth to speak, but then went back to thinking. She had to put this in a way he'd understand.
"We're all bad people on the inside," she started, "We all want to lie, cheat, steal, and wreak havoc. But most of us, we're too afraid to do it. We go around pretending that we're nice people, and that's not who we are. Not deep down inside. People like us Chris, we want to be bad, we want to take over the world and we'll squash everyone along the way to get to our goal. That's what makes us happy Chris, but you've been hiding underneath that good exterior, and I know it's killing you."
"I'm a nice guy Stephanie, what can I say," Chris said to her, not wanting to admit that what she said made sense.
"No you're not Chris Jericho. You are not as nice as you make yourself out to be," she said, putting her hands on his knees, "I see you out in the ring and I know that you want to just let it all out. I'm giving you that opportunity Chris."
"By what?"
"You let me interfere tonight Chris, and together we can rule the world," she told him, biting her lip.
"It does sound tempting," he said, now that he thought about it, now that he felt her hands rubbing his legs gently.
"I knew it would," she said, smiling evilly.
"But you're using me," he told her, "And no one uses me, especially not you."
Her smile turned into an all-out grin, "I'd never dream of using you."
"We're partners in this, you hear me," he said, "I will not take orders from you or anything. If we're going to do this, we do it half way, each of us. I don't answer to you, you don't answer to me."
"You know, you are so sexy when you get evil," she told him, running her hands up his chest.
"Something tells me that you get playful when you scheme," he said, smirking himself.
"Oh, you'll see Chris, you'll see," she whispered huskily, right in his ear.
So he let her help that night, and the night after that, he and she schemed, plotted, did all the things that would gain them a horrible reputation. Chris continued to fall deeper and deeper in with Stephanie and she would just delight in his company, finally having a real, honest to God, like her for her, friend. While Chris's friends disappeared from his side, Stephanie appeared more and more by it.
And so began their status as the two most hated people on the roster.
Chris walked out of his dressing room, wondering who he could go hang out with. He was bored sitting all alone in his dressing room. He walked down the hallway, nodding at various co-workers. Everyone had a friendly smile towards him and he was pretty psyched about his match later on. Now, he just had to go find out who would win between him and Hunter.
"Hey man," RVD said, approaching Chris from the front.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing," RVD said coolly, "Just waiting around for my match to start."
"Who you facing again?"
"Christian."
"Cool, good luck with that," Chris told him.
"Yeah," RVD nodded, "It should be cool, I mean I am in it right?"
Chris just laughed, "I was just about to go find out who's winning in my match tonight with Hunter."
"Ahh, ten bucks says it's not you," RVD joked, though it was tempered with the truth. Everyone knew that Hunter was getting played as the favorite of the McMahon family.
"That's a sure thing if I ever heard it," Chris said, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure little Miss Stephanie had something to do with that. Since the two seem to be joined at the hip."
It wasn't that Chris hated Stephanie, it's just everyone knew she always got her way. Her father doted on her, her mother babied her, and her brother protected her fiercely. And now that she was with Hunter, she had him wrapped around her little finger, and as a reward for that, he was on the best winning streak of his life.
"See you later then," RVD said waving as he walked off.
"Yeah, later," Chris echoed.
He started walking down to the production table when he felt to feminine arms wrap around his waist. He looked to his side and saw Victoria smiling up at him. He shook his head and laughed. She was always sneaking up on all the guys and giggling, like she was now.
"What's up Vic?" Chris asked, walking alongside her.
"Just wanted to come see one of my favorite boys," she grinned, "Where ya headed?"
"Production, they have the schedule and I want to see who's winning in my match," he explained.
"Cool, I'll come with," she told him.
"Fine with me."
Together, they walked down to production and Chris grabbed the program, the one that told the matches and who was winning in them. His match against Hunter was one of the main events, and it was for the World title, so he was fully expecting to lose, but much to his surprise he wasn't. There in Stephanie's neat, precise handwriting was his name. Chris looked at Victoria, who looked surprised by what they had just read.
"You're winning!" she exclaimed.
"Wow," Chris said, not expecting to come out the winner.
"That's great, I wonder why no one told you."
"No idea," Chris said, looking down at the sheet again, "Maybe they didn't decide until late."
"Possibly. But this is great," she said, kissing his cheek.
He smiled, "You know, it is. It's about time I got the gold."
"You are so right," she said, before seeing Steven Richards gesturing that they had their match next, "Oops, gotta go Chris, I'm beating Trish tonight."
"Great, good luck," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Thanks," she said, jogging over to her partner for the evening.
Chris decided he might as well iron out the details for his match later on. He was still a little surprised that he was winning against Hunter of all people. He guessed they were tired of having the belt on Hunter, he had had it for an awful long while. The people wanted to see someone new holding that big, gold belt. And nobody was a better candidate than him.
He walked up to Hunter's locker room and not bothering to knock, walked inside. Nobody really knocked around here, unless it was one of the guys knocking on the girl's locker room. He didn't realize that Hunter wasn't there until moments after the door clicked behind him. He did however notice the topless Stephanie dressing in the middle of the room. She squealed and covered her breasts, not wanting him to get a free show. He turned around quickly, embarrassed.
"Oh my God, Stephanie I am SO sorry!" he exclaimed, blushing madly.
"Why didn't you knock!?!" she yelled.
"I didn't know. I thought it was just Hunter in here," he told her.
"But you know we share!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't really see anything, if it's any consolation."
She laughed loudly, turning to put her bra on, "It's ok, even if you did see something."
"Ok, if you don't care, I did see your tits," he laughed.
"I figured as much. You can turn around now," she said as she clasped her bra in the back.
He turned around then quickly turned back towards the wall, "You're still in your underwear."
"Yeah, so? It doesn't matter. Don't tell me you're too much of a gentlemen to look at me in my skivvies," she giggled.
He turned back around and looked at her. She really was a sight. She was dressed in some lacy underwear, both black. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had fallen into her face, making her look seductive. Chris didn't realize he was blatantly staring at her, taking her all in.
Stephanie, however, did notice. She had never realized that she could get this kind of reaction from Chris Jericho. He never seemed like he liked her all that much. It kind of felt nice to have someone besides Hunter notice her. She had a sneaking suspicion most of the roster only viewed her at as the boss's daughter. Deciding to have a little fun with Chris, she walked slowly over to him.
"Like what you see?" she asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.
Chris snapped out of it, "Sorry, didn't mean to stare."
"It's ok. I appreciate the attention," she smiled, "So why exactly did you barge into the room?"
"Oh, well, I wanted to talk about my match with your boyfriend," Chris said, sitting himself down on the couch, and making himself comfortable.
"Oh yes, you're winning," she said while putting on a short skirt.
"Yeah, I was actually surprised by that. Care to shed some light on that one for me, considering you are on creative."
"It's about time we gave someone else a chance to hold the belt," she shrugged, "Hunter's had it long enough in my opinion."
"But you're the one who got it for him in the first place."
"I don't delude myself into thinking that he wanted to date me for the sole reason that he likes me," she shrugged, "I just gave it to him because I knew, ultimately, deep down, that's what he wanted from me."
"Now come on," Chris said disbelievingly, "You can't honestly believe that?"
"I can and do. You have to be careful who you get close to around these parts Chris. You never know who's in it to use you."
"If I were with you, I'd never use you," Chris said.
"Well thanks," she told him, grabbing a tank top and putting it on, "Hunter should be back soon, he just went to go eat and talk with the guys."
"Why didn't you go along?"
She smirked and Chris got a bit nervous. She was looking an awful lot like her character right now and that was a teensy bit scary. He didn't know quite what to expect from her, he didn't really know Stephanie all that well, she might be just like her character for all she knew.
"I knew you would come here," she told him.
"Ok," he said, befuddled, "So that doesn't explain anything."
"I chose you Chris, to get the belt, I think you deserve it."
"Thanks," he said, giving her a strained smile.
"So now that I've done something good for you. You have to do something good for me."
"I don't think I'm following you," he said, looking at her critically.
"Let me interfere on your behalf," she said, turning to him.
"But you're with Hunter."
"Chris, I want to screw with him. I want to give him a false sense of security. I want to show him that he cannot push me around."
"Has he done something to you?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"Nothing except bored me to tears. He thinks that the guys are more important than me, and you know what Chris, I can't stand for that. He needs to know that he cannot and will not screw with me."
"Ok," Chris said, suddenly wishing he hadn't come here, "And you want me to help you."
Stephanie came and stood before him. He looked up at her curiously, "You liked what you saw earlier didn't you Chris?"
He kept his mouth shut. This conversation had just taken a turn towards the weird. Sure he had liked what he saw. Stephanie was a beautiful woman and he'd be an idiot if he didn't think she was sexy as well. And from what he had seen, she was even sexier sans clothing.
"No answer," she said, "Interesting. It's ok if you liked it Chris."
"Sure, whatever," he said, just wanting to leave, but she was right in front of him.
She bent down and came to him eye to eye, "We can make each other happy Chris."
"Stephanie, I don't want to help you cheat on your boyfriend," he said quickly.
She laughed out loud, not even quieting her voice, "I don't want to fuck you Chris, that is the farthest thing from my mind at the moment."
"Oh," Chris said, slightly relieved. Key word being slightly, "Then what do you want?"
She went over and locked the door before sitting on the coffee table in front of Chris. She weighed her words carefully, looking like she was trying to figure out the best way to put what she had to say. She opened her mouth to speak, but then went back to thinking. She had to put this in a way he'd understand.
"We're all bad people on the inside," she started, "We all want to lie, cheat, steal, and wreak havoc. But most of us, we're too afraid to do it. We go around pretending that we're nice people, and that's not who we are. Not deep down inside. People like us Chris, we want to be bad, we want to take over the world and we'll squash everyone along the way to get to our goal. That's what makes us happy Chris, but you've been hiding underneath that good exterior, and I know it's killing you."
"I'm a nice guy Stephanie, what can I say," Chris said to her, not wanting to admit that what she said made sense.
"No you're not Chris Jericho. You are not as nice as you make yourself out to be," she said, putting her hands on his knees, "I see you out in the ring and I know that you want to just let it all out. I'm giving you that opportunity Chris."
"By what?"
"You let me interfere tonight Chris, and together we can rule the world," she told him, biting her lip.
"It does sound tempting," he said, now that he thought about it, now that he felt her hands rubbing his legs gently.
"I knew it would," she said, smiling evilly.
"But you're using me," he told her, "And no one uses me, especially not you."
Her smile turned into an all-out grin, "I'd never dream of using you."
"We're partners in this, you hear me," he said, "I will not take orders from you or anything. If we're going to do this, we do it half way, each of us. I don't answer to you, you don't answer to me."
"You know, you are so sexy when you get evil," she told him, running her hands up his chest.
"Something tells me that you get playful when you scheme," he said, smirking himself.
"Oh, you'll see Chris, you'll see," she whispered huskily, right in his ear.
So he let her help that night, and the night after that, he and she schemed, plotted, did all the things that would gain them a horrible reputation. Chris continued to fall deeper and deeper in with Stephanie and she would just delight in his company, finally having a real, honest to God, like her for her, friend. While Chris's friends disappeared from his side, Stephanie appeared more and more by it.
And so began their status as the two most hated people on the roster.