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Confrontations
"Eric, Eric, what the hell is up with this?" Jericho exclaimed once he reached Eric. "Why are you putting her back with her ex?"
"Relax, Jericho. Just calm down," Eric said. "It's not like this will affect any real relationship the two of you are going to have."
"But he's going to be kissing her and groping her..." Jericho's voice trailed off as he thought about how Triple H would take advantage of the storyline.
"You can't doubt that the two of you made sparks fly when y'all were rivals," Eric said. "Why not just stay rivals?"
"Because we don't want to, don't you understand?" Jericho asked. "We finally get the chance to start something new together, a meaningful relationship, and here you go ruining it before it starts!"
"Actually, I wasn't the one who came up with this great idea," Eric said. "I mean, I wish I could take the credit for it, because it's freaking brilliant, but all that credit is due to Triple H."
"Of course!" Jericho said as it all dawned on him. "Of course that ass clown would come to you with an idea like this!"
Eric saw the anger written all over Jericho's face as he pushed past him and headed in the direction of Triple H's locker room.
"Oh, Jericho? One more thing," Eric called after him.
Jericho turned around, his hands balled into fists. "What?" he spat at Eric. "What the fuck do you have to say now?"
"Unless it's in self-defense, if you injure Triple H, you will be indefinitely suspended," Eric said. "Now have a good night."
"Damn it!" Jericho yelled, kicking the wall. How had Triple H managed to mess things up already?
"Problem, Jericho?" came the voice he hated more than any other voice in the world.
Jericho turned around to find Triple H standing there with the same sarcastic grin on his face that he'd been wearing earlier. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
"You know damn well what my problem is, you little fuck," Jericho said angrily. "What the fuck's the matter with you anyway, man? She's so over you. Why can't you move on?"
"She's not over me, and this storyline will help her realize that," Triple H said. "Oh, it's gonna be so fun to take something you want...again."
"Even if we have to do this storyline, we're still gonna be together," Jericho said. "You won't be able to get in our way."
"Oh, I'll be able to get in your way," Triple H said. "Hell, I'll go one further and say not only will I be able to get in your way, I'll also be able to get in Steph's pants!"
Jericho raised his hand to hit him, but Triple H caught his hand.
"Ah ah now, Jericho," Triple H said. "You don't wanna get indefinitely suspended now do you?"
Jericho glared at him. Triple H was right, he didn't want to get indefinitely suspended.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Triple H said, smiling.
"Not exactly," Jericho said. He kicked him hard in the stomach, then punched him right in the face. "Bishoff said not to injure you. He never said I couldn't hit you at all." He laughed at Triple H and started to walk off.
"Laugh now, Jericho, but I'll be the last one laughing!" Triple H called as Jericho disappeared around the corner.
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