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Boiler Room Confrontation
Jericho was humming a Fozzy song, "Genie in a Bottle", as he headed for the cafeteria. He laughed softly to himself, thinking that Stephanie had definitely rubbed him the right way. "I'm a genie in a bottle, baby... Gotta rub me in the right way, honey..."
"Could you please, puh-lease, shut! The hell! Up!" Edge exclaimed loudly, stealing Jericho's catchphrase.
"What the-" Jericho began, but his sentence ended in a sort of groan as Shawn swung a thick, heavy steel pipe with a great force from behind. It hit his skull with a nasty sounding thud and he crumpled unconscious to the floor.
"Damn," Edge said, looking down at Jericho on the floor.
Shawn looked down as well. "I really didn't wanna do that..."
"No turning back. It's done now, so let's just get him down to the boiler room," Edge said with a heavy heart.
Shawn nodded, upset, and helped Edge drag Jericho down to the boiler room.
"Lita, are you ok?" Stephanie asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I think I'll be ok," Lita said, sniffling. She sighed as she stood up. Her tears were real. Not for the reason she was about to tell Stephanie, but for the terror she was about to help Triple H put Steph and Jericho through.
"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" Steph asked, standing up as well.
"It's...Edge," Lita said, her voice choking up.
Trish Stratus walked by staring. Stephanie noticed. "Lita, wanna go somewhere private now?" she asked as Trish kept staring.
"Yeah, I have the perfect place..."
"The boiler room?" Stephanie asked as they stepped inside the room. She looked around and noticed something completely out of place: a huge bed in the dimly-lit room.
"Yeah. No one would ever find us down here," Lita replied in a normal voice.
Steph knew something was up. She looked at Lita. "What the hell is going on?"
"I'll tell you what's going on, darling," Triple H said, stepping out of the shadows. He was wearing all black with his hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. "I'm finally gonna get what I want from you."
"You're not getting anything from me, you pompous ass," Steph said angrily.
"Yes, I am," Triple H said in icy, clipped tones as the boiler room door burst open.
Lita, Steph, and Triple H watched as Edge and Shawn dragged in Chris Jericho, still limp and unconscious. They dragged him over to a spot where two chains hung from the ceiling. Edge hooked one pair of handcuffs on one chain and the other pair on the other chain. Shawn dragged Chris over and together Edge and Shawn handcuffed Jericho's left hand to one chain and his right hand to the other. When they stepped back, Jericho hung limply from the ceiling with his feet dragging the floor.
"Chris!" Stephanie screeched. Se tried to run over to him but Triple H held her back. "Why isn't he responding?" she demanded angrily.
"Oh, you want him to wake up?" Triple H asked. "Edge. Shawn. Lita. Wake him up."
At Triple H's request, his three partners in crime walked over to Jericho's limp form and started beating the hell out of him.
"Stop! Stop!" Stephanie screamed, hysterical.
"They don't stop until I tell them to," Triple H said with a grin.
Lita slapped the hell out of Jericho, then punched him in the mouth. A thin trickle of blood started to flow down his chin and he blinked his eyes, slowly waking up. He was too weak to even try to struggle against the chains or fight back.
"Hunter... Paul. Please," Stephanie pleaded, her eyes sparkling with fresh tears. "Please make them stop and let us go."
"Stop," Triple H commanded, and the intense beating stopped. He observed Jericho, whose face was now somewhat of a bloody mess. "Now... We'll stop the beating permanently, on one condition."
Everyone looked at Triple H, wondering what the condition would be. Only Jericho and Stephanie were "in the dark" about what was about to happen.
"Anything," Stephanie sad, looking over at Jericho's bloody face.
Triple H smiled and stepped closer. "We'll stop... If you stop resisting me and we make love right here in front of everybody!"
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