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pairings Chris Jericho and Stephanie Mcmahon
Other superstars are "HHH, Evolution, Edge,Christian
It is very hard to live for seven thousand years and not to know your enemies or your friends. His seven thousand years have been filled with lost and with life, with good times and with bad times.
Chris stares at the moniter as he watches the match before his eyes once again Stephanie Mcmahon screams for her husband.
If only she knew what a true monster her husband was, perhaps she whould not be so ready to be in his corner and giving him her cheers.
Triple H, Hunter Hearst Helmsley. He was not just the game, not just the cerebral assasian he was something much more dangerous.
Chris smirks as Stephanie slides unoticed by the referee the ever fateful sledgehammer for her husband to use on his latest in ring victim.
Hunter needed no metal object to help him win. He needed no outside interference. He only needed to bear his fangs and tear into the flesh of the other wrestler and to taste the blood as he let the other man die.
Chris shakes his head and winces slightly as the sledgehammer finds it's mark. He had followed Triple H in his new path in life for one reason only. Revenge.
Triple H had been his sire. Been the word Chris was noone's bitch he had no qaums in showing the world that he was his own man.
And the only reason seven thousand years ago Hunter sired him was because Chris had watched in horror as this thing in the ring tore his faimly apart.