WWE owns everybody!
I'm sorry, everyone, I know the whole name thing confused everyone. I got kinda confused writing it! But I had to add the second part to each name just to make sure we didn't all forget which person was in which body...
Vince-Jericho: Vince McMahon in Chris Jericho's body
Jericho-Vince: Chris Jericho in Vince McMahon's body
IN THE SMACKDOWN ARENA...
Vince-Jericho made his way out into the hallway from Torrie Wilson's room. That idiot Chris Jericho had run off with his body and he hadn't even tried to stop him. He had just stood there, dumbfounded. What the hell am I going to do, he asked himself worriedly.
"Is that who I think it is?" came a shrill voice from behind that he recognized as his daughter Stephanie's. He turned around to face her. "And by God, it is! Can you explain to me why the hell you're here on Smackdown when you belong on Raw?"
"Steph..." Vince-Jericho began.
She silenced him by placing a finger to his lips, and her whole attitude changed. "Shhh. I know why you came," she said in a soft voice. "But I still can't believe you came all the way here just to see me... I think you're very deserving of a special treat."
Vince-Jericho shook his head and backed up as she advanced upon him.
"Oh, we've had so much fun in the past..." Her voice trailed off as she kissed him. He kept his lips tightly closed. She leaned back to look at him. "What's wrong? You seem a little tense..." She searched his face, looking for some clues to tell her what was wrong with him. Finding none, she sighed. "Look, I can help you out tonight. Meet me at my room at the hotel." She trailed a finger down his chest and gave a gentle squeeze to his crotch area. "I'll be waiting."
Vince-Jericho watched his once-innocent baby girl walk away. "Oh my God, my daughter is a slut! And... She's been doing Chris Jericho!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in obvious awe and shock.
IN THE LIMO...
"To the hotel, Junior. I assume you know the way?" Jericho-Vince asked the chauffeur of Vince's limo. The chauffeur nodded and pretty soon they were off.
Jericho-Vince was holding the cell phone he'd found in Vince's pocket. He sat back in the limo and tried hard to relax. He wasn't particularly happy with Vince's body, seeing that this body was quite a bit older than his. Still, he wasn't going to give Vince back his body, at least not until he had a little fun first.
He quickly dialed Stephanie McMahon's number and tried to disguise her voice when she said hello.
"Hey, Princess, it's daddy," he said to her in a gruff voice that sounded nothing like his voice or Vince's.
She was quiet. Then... "What's wrong with your voice, Daddy?"
"I must be coming down with something," he said, and went on as if that clarified why his voice sounded the way it did. "Look, I need a favor from my favorite baby girl."
"What kind of favor?" she asked in a voice that made him know that at that moment, she was narrowing her eyes as she held the phone to her ear.
"I need you to go on the next taping of Raw," he told her.
"But Daddy, you know I'm Smackdown all the way!" she protested.
"Oh, Princess, is that a no?" he asked in a sad voice.
She sighed. "Well what do you want me to do on there?" she asked finally,
"You have to hook up with Chris Jericho, of course!" he said, as if it had been obvious the whole time.
"Hook up with Jericho?" she asked. From her tone of voice, he knew that she would enjoy it a lot. She had rather enjoyed it on past occasions... "But Daddy, Paul will blow his stack if he finds out about that."
"Well, he won't," he said decidedly. "I can keep a secret and I'm sure Chris can, too. The question is, can you?
"Oh, Daddy, there are some things you still haven't figured out about me..." Her voice trailed off and he could only imagine what she was thinking.
"Ok, Steph-baby, I gotta go," he told her as the limo rolled to a stop at the hotel.
"Steph-baby?" she asked, confused. "That's uh...that's someone else's special nickname for me."
"Whose?" he asked, enjoying the idea of her squirming as she tried to answer the question.
"Just someone I know," she said uncomfortably. "I have to go."
He laughed and the door opened. He stepped out in front of the most expensive hotel in the city. "Oh, I'm gonna love this..."
IN THE SMACKDOWN ARENA...
"What a weird phone call," Stephanie said out loud as she walked out to her rental in the parking lot. "And he called me Steph-baby. That's Jericho's nickname for me!"
And speaking of Chris Jericho... Why had he been acting so damn weird earlier? The thought that he didn't want her anymore kind of unnerved her. She really looked forward to hooking up with him because every encounter she had with him was awesome and sexy and always left her wanting more...
She got into her rental and headed to the most expensive hotel in the city, wondering why her daddy had called her when he was going to be sharing a room with her anyway...
IN THE MOST EXPENSIVE HOTEL IN THE CITY...
Jericho-Vince walked around the penthouse, smiling at the luxury around him. Oh, this was gonna be fun. There was a jacuzzi, too? He figured this would be one thing that he would love most about being Vince McMahon for the night...
He was soaking in the jacuzzi with his eyes closed when Stephanie's voice called out to him. "Hi, Daddy!"
"Uh, what are you doing here, baby?" he asked her.
"Don't be silly, Daddy. You know I'm sharing this suite with you," she answered.
Jericho-Vince gulped. How was he going to survive the night sharing a suite with her and not touching her? Usually when they shared a suite together, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. And now that they were going to be sharing a suite tonight, he was stuck in her dad's body so of course he couldn't even consider touching her.
"Oh, let me go put on a bikini and join you, Daddy," Stephanie said. "I sure could use some relaxation. I'm so tense!"
He watched her walk away and decided there was only one thing left to do. He had wanted to drag this out for maybe a day or two, but nature called and he couldn't very well use Vince's body to screw his own daughter now could he?
He hopped out of the jacuzzi, grabbed Vince's cell phone, and dialed his own cell phone number, hoping that Vince was still at the Smackdown arena...
IN THE SMACKDOWN ARENA PARKING LOT...
Vince-Jericho felt the phone vibrating in his pants pocket. He was surprised when he saw his own number flash across the Caller ID.
"Where the hell are you?" he yelled at Jericho-Vince.
"I'm at the hotel, in the penthouse with your daughter. Please, puh-lease, tell me you're still at the arena," Jericho-Vince said desperately.
"I'm in the parking lot. Can't find your damn rental," Vince-Jericho said. "Why?"
"We need to switch back right away," Jericho-Vince said.
"You finally said something right. Well, what are you waiting for? Get your ass over here!"
"Great, ass clown. I'll be there soon," Jericho-Vince said. "I gotta go."
"Oh, one more thing before you go, Jericho," Vince-Jericho said. "We're going to have to have a little talk when we switch back."
"What for?" Jericho-Vince asked.
"Let's just say I had an encounter with my daughter here a little while ago and she told me about your freaky little past together..."
Jericho-Vince didn't know how to reply to that, so he just hung up the phone. He'd think of the consequences later. Right now, he had to get his body back so he could get with Stephanie...
Ok, slightly boring, I know. But I'm out of ideas and I have to end this quick. Reading a boring story is like dying a slooooow, painful death!