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On the monitor, the following images could be seen...
Jericho's music hit as the countdown was displayed on the Titantron. As the counter hit zero, the whole arena erupted as pyro went off and Chris appeared on the platform. He stood there facing backwards with his arms raised straight out to his sides for a moment before ceremoniously turning around to face the crowd--
"Wow that's quite an entrance," Lori couldn't help but remark.
His face wore an extremely worried expression as he walked down the ramp and entered the ring. When he caught sight of Trish, he stared blankly a moment before slowly climbing the ring steps and posed halfheartedly on the apron---
"Oh this is too much," Chuckled Mark.
"What's so funny?" Asked Lori in confusion.
"Look at him selling the broken-hearted puppy dog routine," Mark answered.
"He does look quite sad," Sara commented.
"Yeah, he ought to get an Oscar for that performance," Mark nodded.
The camera panned across the ring to the corner where Trish and Lita (aka Amy) looked on. Trish looked like she was ready to kill someone while Amy bore an equally angry expression.
"They're wrestling Trish and Lita?!" Mark responded with surprise, "No wonder Vince begged me to make an appearance tonight, the ratings must really be plummeting."
"This is ludicrous," Sara breathed her own opinion as they gazed on at the screen.
Meanwhile, out in the ring--
"I can't believe they're making us do this," Chris mumbled to Christian (aka Jason) under his breath.
"This is so stupid," Remarked Christian in an inaudible whisper, "I'll start."
On the monitor backstage the action continued--
On the other side, Lita had agreed to go first. Initially, Christian never really put up an offensive maneuver. He just kept deflecting Amy's attempts to punch him, finally she made a lucky strike to his midsection. Christian appeared to have lost his wind in result while Lita climbed the turnbuckle in the corner. As Lita prepared to execute a Litacanranna from the top rope, Christian recovered and scooped her up and powerslammed her hard onto the canvas mat.
"Ouch," Sara remarked. "That had to hurt."
"Yeah, that Amy, she's takes a good bump." Mark nodded in appreciation.
At that moment, Christian headed over and tagged in Chris. Lita struggled to crawl to her own corner but Jericho grabbed her ankle and jerked her backward to prevent her escape. Lita rolled over quickly and kicked out of his grasp and made one last desperate lunge to tag in Trish. Contact was made and Chris instantly appeared stunned and uncertain as to what to do next. Trish ran at him next, apparently planning to mount an all out assault. When she got close enough, Chris grabbed her wrists quickly and forced them behind her back.
"Calm down," Chris yelled at her. "Calm down and listen to me."
She did not listen instead she choose to bring her knee up hard and buried it deep into his groin.
"Mark, she didn't pull that blow," Sara observed with skilled eyes.
"You're right Sara," Mark realized and agreed. "Damn girl, what is she thinking?"
"Poor Chris," Whispered Lori realizing that blow had not been faked at all.
Chris doubled over in extreme pain. Then he looked up at Trish in time to see her boot come flying straight at his head in a nasty looking Trish-kick. He crashed down to the mat and rolled into a ball trying to overcome the pain as his head began to swim.
"That was a little stiff too," Mark growled. "She's really trying to hurt him."
Christian apparently seemed to agree as he rushed into the ring and pushed her down hard while screaming angrily, "Stupid b*tch!"
"Don't," Chris managed to wheeze in between coughs. "I'll be all right."
Trish meanwhile had made a beeline back to her partner. Lita gave her a curious glance before accepting the tag and stepping into the ring once more. By this time, Christian had been forced back to his own position by the referee where Chris made his way over and tagged out to recuperate. Once again, Christian and Lita were face to face in the center. She attempted to do a headlock takedown, which Christian easily overpowered.
"They're improvising," Mark observed. "Chris must be hurting bad."
"Why would she do this?" Sara mused aloud.
"I have a pretty good idea," Lori thought as the match continued.
Meanwhile out in the ring--
In his corner, Chris was struggling to regain his composure. He was fuming internally but knew that they must somehow get back to the scripted plan of action. He'd deal with 'Miss Attitude' later. Finally feeling ready, Chris gave Christian a signal to make him aware of that. Christian and Lita quickly worked in an opening in which the other team members could believably tag back in.
"Stick to the script Trish," Amy warned in a whisper as the blonde bombshell stepped through the ropes.
Chris did nothing to mask the anger that registered on his features. Trish snickered as she began her assault anew.
"Let's end this now," Hissed Chris at the blonde vixen.
Trish flew at him in attempt to take him with her bulldog takedown. Chris speared her as she approached with just enough force to knock her off balance. Then he deftly pushed her over his knee and spanked her hard.
Backstage, Mark Calloway laughed, "Way to go Chris."
The next moment Chris grabbed Trish's face and pulled her to his own. Placing his mouth over her own he kissed her forcibly. She appeared to be losing strength and then Chris suddenly slammed her to the met and covered her for the pinfall. As the referee raised Jericho and Christian's hands in victory, blood could be seen trickling down from a deep puncture to Jericho's lower lip. The men quickly exited the ring and headed back up through the curtain. Trish started to move around then pretending to have recovered from the breathtaking 'kiss' she had received from Jericho. The camera just missed capturing the wickedly cruel grin that she wore.