Title: Anyone But Me
Chapter 2
Author: Kora
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Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Author's Note: I was surprised by the success of 'Anyone But You', as well as how many people asked for a sequel. I hadn't really planned on one but since so many people wanted one, I thought-why not!
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Jericho rubbed his knuckles and frowned. He didn't know why he had punched Bischoff. Normally he would have come back with some tearing barb or snide remark, something to knock the man from his pedestal, not off his ass. But the things he had said...it was like all Jericho could see was red.
Ever since the incident in the motel, Jericho and Molly had been avoiding each other like the plague. No one had thought to question it because Molly and Jericho had never been close before the incident anyway, little did they know...
Heck, now they ALL knew.
And all thanks to Bischoff.
Jericho cursed, his eyes rolling to the heavens. He knew the moment he'd slugged the man he'd end up paying dearly for it and that had indeed been proven true. Once he'd recovered, Bischoff had announced that the main event would be Jericho versus Triple H in a lumberjack match. The moment he had heard Jericho had only thought, 'Jesus Christ, this is the last thing I need tonight.'
He had wanted to headline the show for a while now but not like this. A lot of RAW superstars may have been gunning for Triple H but Jericho knew his name wasn't far down on their lists either. He was going to severely get the crap kicked out of him tonight and he was certainly not in the mood. He couldn't even begin to imagine how to take down Triple H. Where the hell was Shawn Michaels? Wasn't he supposed to be taking care of the Game so he wasn't running around fucking with everyone else?
Christian would be no help either, as Bischoff had barred him from ringside. Not that Jericho really wanted to interact with his tag team partner at the moment anyway. Once the video had aired, Christian (and every other superstar) had buzzed around Jericho's ear, all wanting to know about Molly.
"What was it like?"
"I bet she was a real tomcat in the sack, wasn't she?"
"Jericho, how COULD you!"
It had driven him up the friggin' wall. They had no idea what was going on and he didn't feel like sitting them down and patiently explaining to them, 'Molly and I did not have sex, I merely slipped some booze in her drink to make her fall asleep.'
Yeah right.
Like anyone would believe that.
Jericho groaned and lowered his head into his hands when he heard a pounding at his door. This particular arena awarded each superstar with a private dressing room and Jericho found that this nice feature had now become a pleasant necessity. He wanted to be left alone so he could stew and not have people hurling questions and accusations at him. But now, apparently, some ass clown had deiced to over step their bounds.
"Go away!" Jericho shouted wearily.
The pounding continued.
"GO AWAY!"
The pounding didn't stop. Jericho snarled and rose to his feet. He jerked the door open, his eyes flaming, "What the fuck do you..."
He trailed off the moment his eyes met with hers.
"Molly..."
He caught his breath, not even aware he had been holding it, as he backed away letting her into his room. He shut the door behind her, locking it, "Did - did anyone see you?"
"No." she answered shortly, crossing her arms as she glared at him coolly.
Jericho swallowed and looked away. He frowned and suddenly began to snoop around the room. Molly watched him move about, her face puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure Bischoff didn't place any 'F-View' cameras in here. I think both you and I have had a little too much exposure this evening, don't you?"
Molly responded with a snort as Jericho continued his search, once he was satisfied he turned to her, plowing a hand thorough his hair, "So what do you want?"
She blinked at him; "You're joking, right?"
"What? I have no idea why the hell you're here, I mean we haven't talked since..." he waved a hand allowing her to fill in the blanks.
"I think it's pretty darn obvious why I'm here, Jericho. It has to do with that embarrassing, embarrassing stunt Bischoff pulled at the beginning of the show I mean, what was he thinking..."
"I don't know, who knows why Bischoff does the things he does. He gets a kick out of being an asshole. All I know is it explains why he was so smug about us sharing a room that night and why we were sharing a room. And now all the others and...shit...the whole audience knows that..."
"That you drugged me." Molly ground out, her eyes sharp with venom, "And that you...tried to have your way with me."
"WHAT?!" Jericho roared, charging towards her, "You actually think that's what I tried to do! You actually think exactly what everyone else does that I - that...."
"Well what am I supposed to think!" Molly cried, her voice wobbling slightly as she stared him down, "All I remember of that night is feeling all warm and...I said some things...embarrassing things that no one, especially not you, were supposed to know and then...then we were kissing and you charged off and I wake up the next day with a splitting headache and...I may not drink but I knew what had happened! I knew! You practically told me before you charged off to spend the night in the bathroom. What? Couldn't go through with it? Felt guilty? Or did you feel sorry for poor virgin Molly? Maybe you couldn't go through with it because I'm not good enough for you to..."
Jericho grabbed her shoulders and shook her, his face red with anger, "It wasn't like that! All right! For the last time and for the love of God, it wasn't like that! I just - I just wanted you to go to sleep. I thought you'd drink some, get tired and fall asleep! How was I supposed to know that if you knocked back a coupla you'd turn into this unrepressed, horny..."
"Don't use that word! It's demeaning!" Molly cried, a blush rising into her cheeks as she turned her eyes away. She couldn't look at him. Not after what had happened.
"Look, I swear to god, I didn't want to sleep with you!"
She turned back to him, "Oh! Thanks a lot!"
"That's not what I meant! Jesus," Jericho bit off in frustration, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Look, let me start over, all right? This has been a stressful night and I'm not speaking clearly."
He let out a few breaths to relax himself then continued, "Okay. That night...you were being really irritating. I had some liquor on me and thought if I slipped you some in a coke you'd go to sleep. I mean, you wanted me to sleep on the floor for God's sake. What was I supposed to do? And you're so stubborn and disagreeable and I just thought if I could get you to shut up and go to sleep...but you didn't sleep. Instead you were awake and you told me all this stuff and I felt really guilty and then when we tried to go to sleep you - and I stress this - you kissed me."
Molly's blush seemed to deepen, "Yes. I did. But - but I was under the influence!"
"I know. And that's why I stopped you before we...did anything we'd regret."
Molly sighed, as she ran a hand over her eyes, then rested it on her cheek, remarking, "That still doesn't excuse what you did. You...poisoned me against my free will. You tricked me and got me drunk and..."
"I know, I know and I'm...I'm..." Jericho trailed off. It was extremely hard for him to say he was sorry. Jericho always believed he was right in every thing he did and said but he knew in this particular incident that he was indeed wrong. It was still deflating to have to admit it though. He swallowed and tried again, "Molly, I'm really s-so..."
She crossed her arms and gave him a rather evil look, "I'm waiiiiiiiiting."
He scowled, "You know what? No! I'm NOT going to apologize! You know, I may have slipped you something and that may have been wrong of me but I did stop you from crawling all over me! In that retrospect I was responsible and while it may not make up for what I did, I think that the whole thing did teach you a lesson. It helped you open up and for once, it helped you relax! Heck, you should be thanking me!"
"Thanking you! For what? Humiliating me?" Molly cried, "I may have been...ugh...crawling all over you but that was only because I was drunk!"
Jericho stepped up, incensed, "Yeah and if it had been anybody else they probably would have banged you this way from Sunday but not me! I stopped, I left the room, and I have never, ever told anybody about the things you said that night. No one knows about how you feel physically inferior to the other girls and all that crap, I kept everything a secret for your sake, it was Bischoff who dragged all of this out into the open!"
"He wouldn't have had anything to drag out into the open if it wasn't for you!" Molly snapped, flailing her arms for emphasis.
Jericho charged towards her, causing her to back up until her back bumped into the nearest wall. He shook a finger in her face, his voice tight, "I wouldn't have done anything if you weren't such a stuck-up, stubborn, cold-hearted, Amazonian prude who refused to even bend a little. You lectured me about being a gentlemen? Well why should I bother being gentlemanly to someone who isn't even much of a lady!"
Molly had at first cowered slightly when he had loomed over her but his heated comments caused her strong backbone to snap into place as she met his stare, her own voice indignant. "I am much more of a lady than any girl here and certainly more than any girl you've ever been with! I mean face it, every girl you've been around you've called them stereotypical things like slut and whore and bitch and..."
"Actually the last one does apply to you, sweetheart." Jericho bit out.
"Oh!" Molly cried hotly, "Chris Jericho you are the biggest - the biggest..."
"What? King of the World? Biggest Rockstar or do I have the biggest..." his eyes scanned down to his pants and he wore a devilish grin. Molly was confused until she looked down, causing another blush as she met his eyes again. She swallowed and tried to give him a cocky smile, saying evenly, "You're right, Jericho. You're the biggest dick I've ever met in my entire life!"
She took a breath then poked a finger in his face, adding swiftly, "And that is NOT a compliment because I mean dick as in..."
"I know what you meant but you can't fool me, Jolly Molly. You were into me that night and you're still into me now. I'd bet my life on it!"
She scoffed, "Please! Where's your proof?"
He edged in closer, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head. Molly looked from side to side where his hands rested and swallowed again as he said in a soft, tight voice, "You're trembling."
"I am not." She squeaked.
He gave her another grin, "I may be the biggest dick you've ever met in your life, Molly. But that's only because I'm the only dick you've ever met that's worth a damn. Now admit it, that night, you were into me. Admit that if it wasn't for me you would have never opened up and..."
"Never," she spit out, "I'll never admit such a thing because it would be lying! I may have...felt something for you or been attracted or whatever but it was only because I was drunk. Drunk and drugged because of you!"
"You said my kisses made you dizzy."
"Wh-what?"
"You said," he pulled in even closer, his triumphant goading continuing, "that night, when we were kissing, that my kisses made you dizzy. You also said you had always thought I was very handsome."
"I - I was drunk, I would have said just about anything. Heck, I was doing just about anything too, I can't believe we even...I would have never, ever have kissed you if I had been in my right mind."
"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" he threatened, his face mere inches from hers. Molly felt frozen to the wall, her breath leaving her in shallow gasps as she tried to back away but found that he had effectively pinned her against the wall, leaving no room for escape, "You wouldn't dare..."
His shark-grin merely grew as he dived in, his mouth crushing over top of hers. Molly squealed against his mouth, her fists banging his shoulders, he ignored it, his hands cupping her face as he eased her jaw lower, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
He punished her with the brutal kiss until she managed to tear away. She pulled back a hand and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes narrowed as his hand went to his cheek, his eyes meeting with hers. Molly's chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, her eyes locked on him.
In a flash she grabbed him, tugging his body hard against hers as her mouth attacked his, wrenching open his lips, her own tongue plunging inside. Jericho let out a groan of approval as he kissed her back. Molly's fingers drove into his hair, undoing his ponytail. Her fingers clutching and yanking the golden strands hard.
He grunted in pain as his own hands went to her legs, urging them up until she wrapped herself around his waist. He smacked her back up hard against the wall behind her, kissing her as ferociously as she kissed him.
Moans melted out of Molly as she kissed him, it was like Jericho had unleashed a torrent of pent up passion. Her mouth shifted lower until she was sucking on his bottom lip then biting into it tenderly. Jericho's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the action. He hated to admit it but in some ways, she was his kinda woman.
Their lips and hands tore at the other, inflicting as much pleasure as pain until finally Molly seemed to regain her senses. She peeled her body from his, putting some distance between them. Her skin was as flushed as his. She ran a hand along her lips that still burned from his assault.
Jericho's hair was in complete disarray as was his breathing as he ran a hand along his shoulder, finding deep cat scratches there. Molly let out one word on one breath, "Wow."
"You can say that again." He muttered.
Molly looked slightly guilty as she noted the marks on him, "Does - does that hurt?"
He shook his head. Molly merely looked away again. Once they regained their breath, Jericho spoke, "Look, Molly....I don't honestly know what's going on here...with...us but..."
"There is no 'us'," she whispered, running a hand through her hair, "There is no 'us'. I shouldn't have come here, you and I should just stay away from each other. Far away from each other."
"Molly..."
"I have to go." Molly mumbled and got to her feet, her hand on the doorknob.
"Whatever," Jericho grumbled, "You know, I thought out of the two of us, you'd be the mature one who'd want to talk things over and not run away from...whatever this is but I guess I was wrong. Who the hell knew, huh? Jericho being the one to care about...just get out of here. I have a match to get ready for anyway."
Molly stopped and looked back at him, concern in her eyes, "You're actually going through with it?"
"With what?"
"The match. The lumberjack match verse Triple H..."
"Of course I am, Molly. It's my job."
"But - but he'll - they'll kill you..."
Jericho gave her a withering stare, "Thanks for your confidence, now get out!"
"But..."
"GET. OUT!" He shouted, grabbing a near by water bottle to toss near her head, his fury almost tangible, "I don't need anyone! Certainly not you! GET OUT!"
Molly stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Jericho cursed and grabbed another item near by, this one breakable and tossed it at the door. Watching it smash and explode gave him some satisfaction but not enough. What the hell was happening to him? What was she doing?
Jericho let out a sigh and slowly sat back down, rubbing his knuckles again.
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Jericho walked down the ramp to hear the normal amount of noise from the audience, a mixture of 'boos' and 'asshole' chants that seemed to blend into his entrance music almost naturally.
He strode down with his normal swagger, ignoring the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. He had done this hundreds of times, what did he have to be so nervous about? The moment he saw the Dudley Boyz and RVD cast him spiteful smiles he knew.
He groaned, only imagining the pain he was about to suffer as he leapt into the ring. All in all the match went just about as he expected. Triple H was a powerhouse, slamming into Jericho with a ruthless aggression that many a time overpowered the King of the World, causing him to smack into the ropes or fall out of the ring and into the clutches of his more-than-eager sideline assailants.
But still, Jericho managed to preserver, there was, after all, a reason he was boasted as being the man of 1004 moves. He managed to countered Triple H's attacks, tossing in a shooting star staple press and the Walls of Jericho where suitable.
He actually looked to be on top of a victory over the quite frequent Undisputed Champ as he knocked him out of the ring. Jericho watched gleefully as Triple H fell out and was leapt upon by the hungry wrestlers on the side.
They may have not liked Jericho but they were all bloodthirsty for the man who called himself 'the Game', the man who had lorded over them for months. Jericho stood in the ring and raised his arms, glorious as the Ref began to count down. Triple H was only moments away from disqualification.
Jericho was looking up the ramp, completely unaware that Triple H had managed to wriggle lose and reach beneath the ring, finding his old friend, the sledgehammer. Triple H slid the weapon into the ring, then crawled in himself.
Jericho was smiling when suddenly he saw Molly Holly running down the ramp. He walked towards the ropes, eyes narrowed as he poked a finger towards her, his voice inaudible to the crowds roars as he cried out her name, asking what in the hell she was doing out there. He was answered as she grabbed his foot and tugged hard, Jericho toppled and barely missed a swipe to the head by Triple H's sledgehammer.
Triple H pulled back, ready to swing again when Molly slid in, guarding Jericho. The sledgehammer met with her mid-section and she fell to the mat in a heap. Jericho turned and looking down at Molly suddenly realizing what had happened. Triple H himself looked surprised by his actions, he hadn't actually meant to hit the woman, but dammit, she had been in his way.
Jericho scowled, and rose to his feet, he ran to one side of the ring and did a perfect lionsault, this one with more force than usual that knocked Triple H to the mat hard. The Ref looked ready to do the count out when a voice boomed over the speaker, "Don't even think about it! Don't count it! There's no point! This match is OVER!"
Jericho released Triple H and looked up the ramp to see Bischoff storming forward, a microphone gripped tightly in his hands. He entered the ring and charged up to Jericho.
The Ref turned his attention to a weakened Molly, who was still crumpled to the mat, her face a twisted picture of agony. He helped the wounded woman to her feet as Eric's eyes bored into Jericho's, "There was to be NO interference in this match! It was you versus Triple H in a lumberjack match with only the people I chose to be around the ring, no one else!"
He jabbed a finger at Molly, who looked dazed, her head lolling about her neck, "You interfered, Molly, and I take no responsibility for your injuries. You acted of your own accord and you suffered the consequences."
He looked between Jericho and Molly, an evil, triumphant look taking over his face. "And since you two love birds can't seem to stay away from each other, and since this audience eats up every little thing you two do together that leaves me with no alternative then to give you a punishment that, in some ways, you might find to be a reward. I'm giving you, Chris Jericho, and you, Molly Holly, a week's suspension. And you're going to have to spend all of it together. Every single minute and it's going to be taped for our fans to see at the next pay-per-view when you both return."
Bischoff's announcement was met with uproarious approval, while Jericho's vocal protests went unheard, his face red with anger, veins popping out. Molly merely managed to look horrified through her pain, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. She caught a glimpse of Jericho and for a second his eye caught hers, both of them looked away. Because both of them knew that they had just dug themselves in deeper.