DISCLAIMER: WWE owns all the characters in this story.
DISTRIBUTION: Only with permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I appreciate all the people that have read and reviewed my story so far. For being a first time writer, it's just hard to too sit down and think and write, especially with kids running around. I appreciate all the encouragement and kind words. Thanks.
Y2J was standing in front of the curtain that leads out to the entrance ramp. He was waiting for his cue from the stagehand, to tell him it was time for his entrance and his match with Matt Hardy Version 1. Going over in his head, what he and Lita had discussed earlier in his dressing room. This plan for revenge was going to be good.
Matt Hardy was already out in the ring waiting. Jericho's music hit and the stagehand gave him the signal it was his time to go out there. Chris thought to himself, "Time to put on a mask of rage and frustration. Make it look like I am mad, that I have been betrayed. Glad only 2 people know the real mask."
So Y2J made his way through the curtain and into the semi-darkened arena, with the best face of rage he could put on. Well, apparently it worked, because The King and JR couldn't keep there mouths shut about how angry he looked. He didn't even bother with doing his customary back to the crowd, arms out stance. He just stomped his way down the metal, ramp way. Shrugging his shirt off and throwing it to the ground in the process. He dove into the ring and went after Matt Hardy. He started punching and choking him. He was pounding Matt's head into the mat.
Matt managed to wrangle himself away from Y2J. He fell to the ground on the outside of the ring, near the ring announcer's table. Chris was right behind him. Jericho grabbed on of the camera cords and started choking Matt with it. That was it, the ref had enough, he called for the bell. It was a DQ.
Lillian Garcia the ring announcer said, "And the winner by DQ, Matt Hardy, Version 1.0.".
Chris started yelling and pushing the ref, "You can't do that. You can't disqualify me.".
Then from out of now where we hear Christian's music start to play. Out come Christian and Trish Stratus. They make their way to the ring through choruses of boos and chants of slut and skank for Trish.
Trish and Christian make there way into the ring. Chris turned around and saw them, he had a scowl look on his face.
Trish said, "What's a matter, Chrissy-Pooh, are you mad because you got played? As you can see I am with a better man now. He is more of a man than you'll ever be. Christian is sexier, he's a better kisser and he is certainly better in bed.
Chris grabbed a microphone from Lillian Garcia and got in the ring and faced Trish and Christian with his back to the entrance.
"If it isn't Plastic-Bimbo Barbie and her pal Skipper, who have come out to disgrace is with their presence.", Chris spit out.
"Whatever, Chris. I am all woman and there are not any plastic on these parts.". Trish stated. While running her hand up and down her body.
"Sure could have fooled me with those fake boobs of yours. They sit so high up on your chest, they could pass for another chin on your face!", Y2J said.
Trish was so mad at Y2J for what he had said, she lunged for him. But she was held back by Christian, when he put his arms around her waist.
"Now I think you shouldn't just keep your mouth shut there about my woman. Seeing as I did steal her away from you and all. Right out from under you nose. I think you are just jealous, because I have a woman and you don't.", Christian said.
Being oblivious to the cheers of the crowd. Trish and Christian never noticed that someone had snuck through the crowd and into the ring and was standing right behind them.
"I think you are wrong on that last statement, Christian. Because I do have a woman and she is standing right behind you. Why don't you turn around and meet her. Hey, Lita baby!", Jericho said.
As Trish and Christian heard that name, they turned around to see the red-haired diva standing right behind them.
TBC
DISTRIBUTION: Only with permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I appreciate all the people that have read and reviewed my story so far. For being a first time writer, it's just hard to too sit down and think and write, especially with kids running around. I appreciate all the encouragement and kind words. Thanks.
Y2J was standing in front of the curtain that leads out to the entrance ramp. He was waiting for his cue from the stagehand, to tell him it was time for his entrance and his match with Matt Hardy Version 1. Going over in his head, what he and Lita had discussed earlier in his dressing room. This plan for revenge was going to be good.
Matt Hardy was already out in the ring waiting. Jericho's music hit and the stagehand gave him the signal it was his time to go out there. Chris thought to himself, "Time to put on a mask of rage and frustration. Make it look like I am mad, that I have been betrayed. Glad only 2 people know the real mask."
So Y2J made his way through the curtain and into the semi-darkened arena, with the best face of rage he could put on. Well, apparently it worked, because The King and JR couldn't keep there mouths shut about how angry he looked. He didn't even bother with doing his customary back to the crowd, arms out stance. He just stomped his way down the metal, ramp way. Shrugging his shirt off and throwing it to the ground in the process. He dove into the ring and went after Matt Hardy. He started punching and choking him. He was pounding Matt's head into the mat.
Matt managed to wrangle himself away from Y2J. He fell to the ground on the outside of the ring, near the ring announcer's table. Chris was right behind him. Jericho grabbed on of the camera cords and started choking Matt with it. That was it, the ref had enough, he called for the bell. It was a DQ.
Lillian Garcia the ring announcer said, "And the winner by DQ, Matt Hardy, Version 1.0.".
Chris started yelling and pushing the ref, "You can't do that. You can't disqualify me.".
Then from out of now where we hear Christian's music start to play. Out come Christian and Trish Stratus. They make their way to the ring through choruses of boos and chants of slut and skank for Trish.
Trish and Christian make there way into the ring. Chris turned around and saw them, he had a scowl look on his face.
Trish said, "What's a matter, Chrissy-Pooh, are you mad because you got played? As you can see I am with a better man now. He is more of a man than you'll ever be. Christian is sexier, he's a better kisser and he is certainly better in bed.
Chris grabbed a microphone from Lillian Garcia and got in the ring and faced Trish and Christian with his back to the entrance.
"If it isn't Plastic-Bimbo Barbie and her pal Skipper, who have come out to disgrace is with their presence.", Chris spit out.
"Whatever, Chris. I am all woman and there are not any plastic on these parts.". Trish stated. While running her hand up and down her body.
"Sure could have fooled me with those fake boobs of yours. They sit so high up on your chest, they could pass for another chin on your face!", Y2J said.
Trish was so mad at Y2J for what he had said, she lunged for him. But she was held back by Christian, when he put his arms around her waist.
"Now I think you shouldn't just keep your mouth shut there about my woman. Seeing as I did steal her away from you and all. Right out from under you nose. I think you are just jealous, because I have a woman and you don't.", Christian said.
Being oblivious to the cheers of the crowd. Trish and Christian never noticed that someone had snuck through the crowd and into the ring and was standing right behind them.
"I think you are wrong on that last statement, Christian. Because I do have a woman and she is standing right behind you. Why don't you turn around and meet her. Hey, Lita baby!", Jericho said.
As Trish and Christian heard that name, they turned around to see the red-haired diva standing right behind them.
TBC