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The Cerebral Assassin Strikes Again

"I can't believe he was gonna kidnap me!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"I can. He's just that sadistic," Jericho said. He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. "I never liked him."

She sat down next to him and looked at him. "So what did Eric say about you and Hunter in a match?"

"He said no, of course," he said. "He's a total jackass."

"I already know that, all too well," she said with a sigh. "What are we gonna do?"

"Rebel and come up with a plan, of course," he said. "It's the only way."

"How true... Now what are we gonna do in this plan?" she wondered.

He raised his eyebrows. "Hey, I thought you were the brilliant one with the dark and calculating mind."

"I think I went soft," she said.

He looked down at the front of his pants and smiled. "I definitely haven't."

"I did promise to take care of that for you," she said, beginning to smile.

"Are you good at keeping promises?" he asked her.

"Of course. I always keep my word," she said. "Want me to show you?"

"As soon as I lock the door..." He hopped up and quickly locked the door. Instantly he was back at her side. "Now let's try to get you outta this cat suit and into your birthday suit..."

"So Shawn, are you willing to take Angle's place?" Triple H asked, clutching the cell phone and praying that, despite past problems, his old friend Shawn Michaels would come through for him.

"Sounds kinda shady, Hunter. I don't need Vince McMahon on my ass," Shawn replied. He sighed. "But we're friends, and if you need me I'm gonna be there."

"Awesome, man. You're so dependable. I just knew I could count on you," Triple H said happily. "Now look, I'm gonna call my other partners in crime, and we'll all meet discreetly somewhere in the arena."

"Exercise room?" Shawn suggested. "Maybe we could all go work out together as a cover."

"Yeah, that'll work. After all, we have to work out this plan. Get it? Work?" Triple H laughed. "I crack myself up."

"Yeah, me too," Shawn said, forcing a laugh. When they ended the call, Shawn leaned back in the seat of his rental and sighed heavily. Once again, here he was, getting all caught up in another one of Triple H's evil schemes. When was he ever going to put his foot down and say no to his friend? Triple H was easily the most dastardly man that he knew, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and apprehensive about helping him kidnap the Billion Dollar Princess...

"So, did that take care of your...problem?" Stephanie asked, lifting her head from Jericho's heaving chest to look up into those beautiful eyes.

"Definitely," he replied breathlessly. "And how do you feel?"

"Satisfied... You're even better than I imagined," she said honestly.

"Of course, of course," he said. "Now... Am I better than Triple H?" He studied her face, waiting for an answer.

She didn't even have to think about it. "Much better," she replied. "Hunter is all big and muscular, but he's seriously lacking below the waistline."

"Ouch. That has to hurt," he said. "Did you ever tell him that?"

"I'm an honest girl. I had to," she replied with a half smile. She stood up and grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's go come up with a plan for revenge...in the shower."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me twice," he said, and followed her into the bathroom like a well-trained puppy.

"Where's your partner in crime?" Shawn asked Triple H when he entered the exercise room and found Triple H all alone.

"Partners in crime," Triple H corrected. "And they'll be here. They're just late."

"So all we have to do is wait..." Shawn's voice trailed off. "I dunno about if we came here for the same thing, but I'm actually gonna work out."

"Why?" Triple H asked.

"Because, I have to work hard to keep this sexy body in shape," Shawn said. "After all, I can't be the Heartbreak Kid if my body's not sexy as hell."

Shawn went over and started to work out while they waited, but they didn't have very long to wait.

"Sorry we're so late," Lita said, rushing into the exercise room and simultaneously fixing her clothes. "We had to make an emergency stop."

"In the broom closet," Edge added, coming in on her heels and fixing his pants. "She just can't get enough of Edge."

"Shut up! Don't tell the whole world," Lita said as she angrily smacked his arm, but she couldn't help smiling. She really did love being with him.

"Guys... The plan," Triple H said impatiently. "Gather round, all, let's have our meeting now."

"These are your accomplices?" Shawn asked, surprised. "Edge and Lita?"

"Didn't expect that, did you? See, that's what we're trying to go with. The element of shock is essential to the effectiveness of my plan," Triple H said.

They all sat around on the floor as Triple H sat on a bench and began to reveal the sordid details of his plan to kidnap Stephanie McMahon...

"Dude, that's awesomely uncool," Edge stated when Triple H finished talking.

"I'm not doing that," Lita said, shaking her head. "There's no way in hell I'm doing that."

"Hunter, that's really cruel. I can't be a part of it," Shawn said. "Usually I support your evil little schemes, but this is where I draw the line."

"I have a verbal contract with all of you," Triple H said menacingly. "You're in too deep already, and there's no way you can get out. Understand?"

Triple H had them where he wanted them, and he knew it. The Cerebral Assassin strikes again... He smiled a wide-toothed grin at his partners in crime as they all silently admitted defeat.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Triple H asked. "Let's set the wheels in motion!"

What's gonna happen? And what's the plan that freaked out HBK, Edge, and Lita?