TITLE: In Unexpected Places Chapter One?
AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: PG-13
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST
SPOILERS: Slightly altered InVasion storylines.
SUMMARY: Somebody finds new job opportunities - and love - in the most unexpected of places.
DISCLAIMER: Vince McMahon owns almost everybody in this story. The rest own themselves.
DISTRIBUTION: WWOMB, anybody else please ask.
In Unexpected Places
Chapter One
A meeting
Jericho and Benoit came back, exhausted, but victorious against the Hardy brothers. Best of all, they won clean. Jericho did not mind playing a little dirty to get a win every once in a while, but he knew it made Benoit feel a bit better that they could get a straight victory without resorting to Alliance tactics.
Especially given the people on the other side of the Alliance/WWF war that Benoit used to be close too.
"The shower's all yours," Jericho said to his tag partner, towel on his shoulders, legs clad in his street jeans.
"Better not have used up all the hot water, like last time, Jerky," Benoit muttered, heading for the shower area.
"Ha - ha," Jericho said, rewarding the other Canadian with a rude gesture.
Benoit scrunched his face up in mock confusion. "Doesn't Austin have that one trademarked or something?"
"Only in his beer - swilling fantasy land," Jericho snorted before reaching for a clean shirt. Before Benoit could step into the showers, a production gopher named Mark Lloyd popped through the door.
"Chris, the higher - ups want to see you," he said.
"Which one?" Jericho and Benoit asked in unison to Lloyd's vague order.
Lloyd came further into the room and looked at the two men.
"Uh, Jericho," he amended.
"Wonder what the want," Jericho grumbled to himself.
"I'll be right there," he told Lloyd. Fishing out the keys to the tag team partner's rental, he tossed them to Benoit.
"I'll see ya back at the hotel, man," he said before putting on his shirt, grabbed his title and took off.
As he walked down the hallways, Jericho wondered what this meeting was about. If they wanted him to drop his WCW title to Helmsley, without a proper fight, McMahon could forget it. He won it in a mostly fair fight and he was not giving it up without a fight. He was not Kevin Nash.
He supposed it could be the potshots he had been making about the higher ups behind their backs. Though Jericho had no problem, calling things how he saw them, most in the Alliance felt it was suicidal to criticize the bosses for people had a way of getting hurt doing that. All one had to do was point out Billy Kidman for an example of what could happen when one criticized or mocked Alliance leaders.
As he walked in, Chris Jericho saw not only Shane McMahon and Paul Heyman, but Steve Austin and Triple H as well.
Suddenly, Jericho had this sinking feeling that whatever they wanted him to do, Jericho would be hard pressed to tell them no. Shane was the first to spot him.
"Chris," the WCW owner said, "take a seat."
Jericho sat down, feeling his brash attitude falling away, and left entirely uncomfortable in the room. Perhaps it was the way the four other men in there were looking at him expectantly.
"So, what can I do for you guys?" Chris asked, lacing it with the cocky swagger that really was not in him at that moment.
Shane sat down directly across from the WCW Champion and looked Jericho straight in the eye.
"We want you to defect to the WWF!"
Now what's Jericho going to do? Find out in the next part. :-D