A/N: Finally this is finished. While I was writing it Trish went heel and I
lot my 'good Trish' muse, but never fear, all done now.
(This is the last part of a 3-part story.)
Samantha.
Part 3. Reconciliations.
"Now I know two things tonight," Chris began, standing in the middle of the ring, his 'Highlight Reel' set sprawled out in the ring, with four stools instead of the usual two. "One is that I am so pissed off at Eric Bischoff that it's not funny. So, as my first guest I'd like to ask Eric Bischoff to come down to the ring." Eric's music hit and he sauntered down to the ring with his usual arrogance.
Once he got into the ring though, Jericho ignored him. "This is something I haven't done before, but I'm also going to call out Stone Cold Steve Austin, my next guest."
As usual Steve hooned down to the ring on his four-wheeler, reversed back to the ring and stepped up, sitting comfortably on one of the stools.
"Last, but certainly not least, I'd like to call out Trish Stratus."
Trish walked casually out to the ring 'It's Time to Rock 'n Roll' playing through the loud speakers.
Jericho used his foot and shoulder to hold the ropes open for her. She smiled brilliantly at him and allowed him to kiss her cheek.
"The other thing that I know, and I didn't just come to this realisation tonight.," Jericho said into his microphone, "Two, is that I love this woman more than anything, and I won't stand by and see her hurt by scum like you, Eric Bischoff."
Trish stared at him for a second, as though curious, or intrigued by his words, then sat down on the stool between Steve and the empty seat which was Jericho's. She held the microphone in her hands casually, as though it was an extension of her arm.
"So you invited me out here to tell me you're angry Chris?" Eric asked, a little shocked.
"No, I asked you out here for another reason." Jericho told him.
"You're going to be judged by Stone Cold's Laws, because I am the Sheriff of RAW." Steve told him, a grim smile on his face. "What you did last week was irresponsible, and it was an invasion of privacy, something that most of us in the WWE strive to protect. Trish is..."
"Angry." Trish interrupted. "You have no right to be putting closed circuit cameras in any of the locker rooms."
"You need to calm down." Eric told her. "It was purely for entertainment. No harm, no foul."
"No harm, no foul?" Jericho asked. "No harm, no foul? For who? You? Because it hurt and upset both Trish and myself to see, or in my case, arrive at the arena tonight and be told that a private conversation had been filmed, and then aired on live TV."
"I didn't think either of you would be so stupid as to be upset by it." Eric defended himself.
"I wonder," Trish began, "If you could put a camera in Chris's locker room, spying on him, you could easily do the same in the diva's locker room. How do we know that you haven't been filming us? It's no secret that you look at almost every single one of the girls out there the way that you're looking at me now. How can we trust you?"
"That's ridiculous." Eric shook his head. "There is no way that I would ever..."
"You're just going to expect us to believe you?" Trish asked in response, cutting him off. "I don't believe you. In fact I don't believe you have even a little bit of remorse for what you did."
"Trish, I don't need remorse, I'm your boss." He sneered at her.
"Oh I think you need to apologize to both Trish, and Y2Jackass here." Steve told him. "And if you don't I will Stun your ass in this ring, right here, right now."
"You can't do that." Eric said smugly. "You can't hit me for no reason."
"Oh I beg to differ on that." Steve answered, standing up and stalking Bischoff.
Trish stood up behind him and kicked Eric in the kneecap. "That's for invading our privacy."
Chris picked the fallen General Manager up, and then punched him in that face. "That's just for being a jerk."
He spun Eric towards Steve, who executed the classic Stone Cold Stunner, which left Eric motionless on the mat.
"And that's for breaking the law." Steve told his still form.
"Do you think he'll apologise now?" Chris asked Steve.
"We'll try again tomorrow." Steve grinned, holding his hands out so that one of the ring attendants could throw him some beer, which Steve threw first off to Trish, then to Chris before opening two for himself, the Stone Cold Steve Austin theme song playing loudly through the speakers.
"I would say that's Chris and Trish - 2, Eric Bischoff - 1." Trish smiled at Chris.
"We're definitely in the lead for now." He grinned, sliding one arm around her waist.
Trish simply turned to face him and kissed him on the mouth, making even Steve stare at them in shock.
"What happened to taking it slow?" He asked once they'd broken from the kiss.
"I felt like doing it." She smiled at him. "Come on. Let's get out of here before he wakes up and tries to fire us."
"Sounds good to me." He nodded, and Trish paused to wave to Steve, who was
still enjoying his beer bash.
(This is the last part of a 3-part story.)
Samantha.
Part 3. Reconciliations.
"Now I know two things tonight," Chris began, standing in the middle of the ring, his 'Highlight Reel' set sprawled out in the ring, with four stools instead of the usual two. "One is that I am so pissed off at Eric Bischoff that it's not funny. So, as my first guest I'd like to ask Eric Bischoff to come down to the ring." Eric's music hit and he sauntered down to the ring with his usual arrogance.
Once he got into the ring though, Jericho ignored him. "This is something I haven't done before, but I'm also going to call out Stone Cold Steve Austin, my next guest."
As usual Steve hooned down to the ring on his four-wheeler, reversed back to the ring and stepped up, sitting comfortably on one of the stools.
"Last, but certainly not least, I'd like to call out Trish Stratus."
Trish walked casually out to the ring 'It's Time to Rock 'n Roll' playing through the loud speakers.
Jericho used his foot and shoulder to hold the ropes open for her. She smiled brilliantly at him and allowed him to kiss her cheek.
"The other thing that I know, and I didn't just come to this realisation tonight.," Jericho said into his microphone, "Two, is that I love this woman more than anything, and I won't stand by and see her hurt by scum like you, Eric Bischoff."
Trish stared at him for a second, as though curious, or intrigued by his words, then sat down on the stool between Steve and the empty seat which was Jericho's. She held the microphone in her hands casually, as though it was an extension of her arm.
"So you invited me out here to tell me you're angry Chris?" Eric asked, a little shocked.
"No, I asked you out here for another reason." Jericho told him.
"You're going to be judged by Stone Cold's Laws, because I am the Sheriff of RAW." Steve told him, a grim smile on his face. "What you did last week was irresponsible, and it was an invasion of privacy, something that most of us in the WWE strive to protect. Trish is..."
"Angry." Trish interrupted. "You have no right to be putting closed circuit cameras in any of the locker rooms."
"You need to calm down." Eric told her. "It was purely for entertainment. No harm, no foul."
"No harm, no foul?" Jericho asked. "No harm, no foul? For who? You? Because it hurt and upset both Trish and myself to see, or in my case, arrive at the arena tonight and be told that a private conversation had been filmed, and then aired on live TV."
"I didn't think either of you would be so stupid as to be upset by it." Eric defended himself.
"I wonder," Trish began, "If you could put a camera in Chris's locker room, spying on him, you could easily do the same in the diva's locker room. How do we know that you haven't been filming us? It's no secret that you look at almost every single one of the girls out there the way that you're looking at me now. How can we trust you?"
"That's ridiculous." Eric shook his head. "There is no way that I would ever..."
"You're just going to expect us to believe you?" Trish asked in response, cutting him off. "I don't believe you. In fact I don't believe you have even a little bit of remorse for what you did."
"Trish, I don't need remorse, I'm your boss." He sneered at her.
"Oh I think you need to apologize to both Trish, and Y2Jackass here." Steve told him. "And if you don't I will Stun your ass in this ring, right here, right now."
"You can't do that." Eric said smugly. "You can't hit me for no reason."
"Oh I beg to differ on that." Steve answered, standing up and stalking Bischoff.
Trish stood up behind him and kicked Eric in the kneecap. "That's for invading our privacy."
Chris picked the fallen General Manager up, and then punched him in that face. "That's just for being a jerk."
He spun Eric towards Steve, who executed the classic Stone Cold Stunner, which left Eric motionless on the mat.
"And that's for breaking the law." Steve told his still form.
"Do you think he'll apologise now?" Chris asked Steve.
"We'll try again tomorrow." Steve grinned, holding his hands out so that one of the ring attendants could throw him some beer, which Steve threw first off to Trish, then to Chris before opening two for himself, the Stone Cold Steve Austin theme song playing loudly through the speakers.
"I would say that's Chris and Trish - 2, Eric Bischoff - 1." Trish smiled at Chris.
"We're definitely in the lead for now." He grinned, sliding one arm around her waist.
Trish simply turned to face him and kissed him on the mouth, making even Steve stare at them in shock.
"What happened to taking it slow?" He asked once they'd broken from the kiss.
"I felt like doing it." She smiled at him. "Come on. Let's get out of here before he wakes up and tries to fire us."
"Sounds good to me." He nodded, and Trish paused to wave to Steve, who was
still enjoying his beer bash.