A/N: Oh my God! I swear I loved the Alliance days...Hehe. Okay, yeah, not really about the story, but usually when I go to sleep I watch WWE videos, mainly late 2000 or late 2001. Of course, I have Unforgiven 2001 and I just die when seeing the Stephanie promo when she's talking into RVD's locker room, and behind is Jericho! Ah, okay, fangirl moment is over, back to the story...LOL! And of course, to my awesome reviewers, much love!

Chris sat around waiting in a meeting room with WWE management at a house show, along with Chris Benoit. They were waiting on one more person, and he finally came in moments later.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I'm late." Paul Levesque said sarcastically. Of course he managed his way onto creative team.

"Alright, so let's start." One member said as Paul sat down and both of the Chris's forcing themselves not to lunge at him. "So this meeting is to discuss the future of Chris Jericho, and how he will go after SummerSlam.

"You know, I think we should de-push him a bit." Paul said in an arrogant tone. "I mean, his workrate hasn't been the best and his promos are beginning to get stale."

"What?" Chris Benoit blurted out. "Chris's execution has been perfect on every level, and you should listen to the crowd, they've been hot wherever we've gone."

Paul scoffed. "That's only because he's been in front of hometown crowds. Otherwise, the crowd has been lackluster."

"Bullshit!" Chris responded while slamming his fist down on the table, startling half of the people. "What the hell are you doing when he's out there, because you have no idea what you are talking about."

"But I do, Chris." Paul retaliated. "Now, since we are going to de-push him, I think that we should move the Highlight Reel." Everyone, at this comment, whipped their heads in Paul's direction, all showing shocked faces.

"Um, sorry Paul, but the Highlight Reel is one of the highest rated segments of the show, we just can't make it disappear." Another member said.

"You think we can't make it disappear? In the snap of the finger we can!" Paul shouted out.

Chris Irvine, who sat in silence over his career talk, was becoming more aggravated, his fists balling up and beginning to shake. He had the uncontrollable feeling of decking the man who might as well had the fate of his career because his head was shoved so far up the owner's ass.

"I know why you are doing this..." Chris said in a low voice.

"Huh, what'd you say there, Chris?" Paul asked while laughing.

"I know..." Chris said before the door to the room flew open and an exhausted Stephanie McMahon came flying in.

"Oh gosh, I'm really, really sorry I made it late." She said, out of breath, while dropping her bag next to a chair and plopping into a seat, which was between the two Chris's.

Paul looked at her, stunned, while Chris Benoit seemed to be smiling wide.

"Hey Steph, don't worry about it, we really didn't get that far yet." A member said.

"Oh, amen then." She said with a small laugh.

"So Paul, run that proposal past us again?" Chris Benoit urged as he looked in Paul's direction, Paul glaring back with a stare that could kill.

"What proposal?" Stephanie asked in a confused tone.

"Um...Uh." Paul stuttered. "We're just thinking about cutting back a little on Chris's push."

"This Chris?" Stephanie asked, pointing in Benoit's direction.

"No, other."

She looked to Chris Irvine, whose eyes were locked on Paul's.

"Why?" She asked, while still looking at Chris, then to her husband.

"Well, we're not quite satisfied with his work, and so we're going to cut the Highlight Reel." Paul said.

"We?" Chris Benoit laughed. "Sorry, Paul, but I never knew that anyone else agreed to it, especially Chris."

"Look, it's already been decided." Paul said hastily. "Chris will be sent to the lower ranks. This meeting is over." He said, getting up and leaving in a hurry. Everyone else sat there, stunned, as all the members of the board began to leave slowly. Chris Benoit turned to his friend, sighing.

"I hate that guy...And, I'm sorry Stephanie for saying that in front of you." He said, then left.

Chris Irvine sat in his chair, staring blankly at the wall ahead. His career was never the best, being tortured as a midcarder and always being close to the top, but his dream always fading.

"Chris, I'm sorry." Stephanie said while looking at him.

He didn't respond, just kept on staring. He couldn't, he was just speechless.

Stephanie looked at him, biting her lip. "Chris, I promise I'll sort this out. I don't know why he would be doing this to you because you are such a good man."

"Maybe you should tell him that." Chris muttered out as he stood up and left the room.

"Chris!" Stephanie cried out as she ran after him, finally reaching him and grabbing his arm. He turned around. "I just want to make sure you're okay, I'll get this thing restored, everything will be fine."

"It's not that, Stephanie." He said, sadly. "I care about you...I really..." He stopped, seeing Paul down the hallway, in his view but out of Stephanie's.

"You really what?" Stephanie asked, becoming intrigued.

"I really...Can't talk about it." He said, still staring at Paul, who returned it.

"Why?" Stephanie asked, now noticed his gaze was elsewhere. She turned around and felt her stomach turn. "Paul..."

"Come on Stephanie, we're going." Paul said as he came up to her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her away from Chris. She looked back to Chris, her face full of fear. His heart dropped.