ACT 13: Bishoff's Hotel Room

Chris Jericho stood waiting uncomfortably next to Trish Stratus in the hotel room as some of the other Raw superstars ran in.

"Where's Flair?" Orton asks.

"He went to get some ice with Eric." Jericho replied.

"Did you warn him about Angle?" Batista asked.

"Bishoff said he'd tell him."

"What's he hiding with Uncle Eric for?" Eugene asked.

"Maybe he can't run as fast as you." Jericho sneered his response.

"Cut it alright? The authorities are gonna get upset if Kurt…"

"Just bide the time." Chris Benoit cut him off. "Turn on the radio or something."

Christian hit the switch, "It doesn't work. Just pick up a magazine." He motioned towards the coffee table and Tyson Tomko began to rummage through the papers.

"Some of you get outside." Dave spoke up as he stepped next to Randy. "And if any of you see Angle or anybody else…"

The hotel room door creaked open and Amy entered. Everyone was silent and stared coldly at her. She slowly came over to the group as they all continued to stare at her. She just stood there for a long moment until finally the one fiddling with the radio got it to work, and soft music comes out of it.

Amy finally speaks up, "I'd like to see Eric."

"He's not here." Jericho took action.

"Where is he?"

"He's gone somewhere, he had something to take care of."

"Is he at least here in the hotel? Where is he?"

"You know how Bishoff is, he comes and goes like the shadows in the sunlight."

"Deep man." Edge nodded solemnly.

"And what then, did he get lost?" Amy folded her arms, tiring of Jericho's charade.

"Whatever. There's no telling when he'll come back, so good day, or rather, night."

Amy started to the door, rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh, as Batista spoke up, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs, he might be in the lobby."

"Didn't you hear me?" Jericho growled.

"I'd like to know for myself, thank you."

"Please." Jericho snorted nastily.

"Please." Amy tried to maintain her composure.

"Then be my guest." He approached her.

"Alright then I will."

"Good then, so we agree." He stood before her.

"On for once something we do."

"Thank you."

"No thank you."

"You're welcome then."

"Chris are you going to let me pass?"

"You have to say the magic word."

"Please." Amy grumbled in a low voice.

"Please, what?"

"Listen you!" She stopped and controlled herself.

"We're listening."

"I've got to give a friend of yours a message." Amy put her hands on her hips. "I've got to tell Ric…"

"He's not here." Batista's voice boomed.

"I know he is."

"Who says he is?" Jericho confronted Amy again.

"Whose the message from?" Trish spoke up.

"Never mind." Amy sighed in a giving up tone.

"Couldn't be from Kurt, could it?" Orton turned to Edge.

"I want to stop Kurt!" Amy cried. "I want to help!"

"Oh?" Christian laughed. "JBL's girl wants to help?"

"Even a SmackDown diva can have compassion for those on Raw…"

"But she wants to help Flair." Tomko replied thoughtfully.

"No."

"Make up your mind SmackDown slut." Jericho roared. "Thursday night tramp!"

"Don't do that." Amy growled.

"You're a gold toothed, pierced, tattooed prostitute!" Trish joined in.

"Garlic mouth!" Amy roared at Jericho.

"Walking STD!" He growled back through gritted teeth.

The taunting continues back and forward, everyone growing wild as the insults become more savage as the words are hurled at Amy, who is circled by Raw and the new driver of the pack, seemingly to be Jericho. As they reach their peak, she's shoved so that she falls into a corner by Trish.

She's about to jump up and drop onto her as Bishoff enters and yells, "Stop it!" Everyone turns to the door. "What have you been doing!" They're all dead silent.

Amy gets up and looks at them, trying not to cry, "JBL was right… if one of you is ever hurt and bleeding your life away, I'll just walk by and ignore you." She flips them off and makes her way to the door.

"Don't let her go!" Trish cries.

"She'll tell Kurt that Ric…" Jericho grabbed her but she shook loose.

"Let go!" She turned to face them. "I'll give you're a message for your Nature Boy. Tell the killer that Joy will never meet him ever again. Tell him Kurt found out and, shot her!"

"Shot her?" Jericho goes white as she slams the door, leaving them all stunned.

Bishoff breaks the silence, "What does it take to get through to you? When do you stop, why do you even persist? You're the ones running this company!"

"That's the way we find it boss." Jericho folded his arms.

"Get outta here!" Slowly at their GM's command, they start to file out as LIGHTS FADE TO BLACK!