The Rhyming Cell

"Here's the challenge: Chris and Stephanie have to hang out together for approximately six hours, alone in this little room, which is seven feet wide and seven feet long," the announcer, Shawn Michaels said. "But it's not going to be that simple. See, these two have to hang out and actually get along. And if they talk, they have to rhyme. If they don't rhyme, they lose."

"What?" Stephanie asked.

"Chris, how would you answer that if you two were in the prison cell...I mean, The Rhyming Cell right now?" Shawn asked.

"Slut?" Chris said right away.

"Not my first choice, but it rhymes," Shawn said.

"Shawn's paycheck consists of nickels and dimes," Steph said, causing Shawn to give her a withering glare. Chris just laughed. "Like that?" she asked.

"Yes, though I'd prefer that you refrain from discussing my personal business on TV," Shawn said.

"Every WWE wrestler backstage wants to be like me," Chris said. He smiled. "Yeah, I think I got the hang of this now."

"But you're such a slow learner that I can't stop wondering how," Steph put in.

Shawn laughed. "Ok, I think you guys are ready to enter...where's the damn suspenseful music...there it goes... I think you guys are ready to enter...The Rhyming Cell!" He led them to The Rhyming Cell, located in the basement. It was tiny and windowless, and it was pure luck that neither of them was claustrophobic. "Any last words?" Shawn asked.

"I'm always up for a challenge. I'm in it to win it," Steph said.

"Enough talking, I'm ready to begin it!" Chris exclaimed.

"Yeah, these two are ready! Now if you guys get nervous or sick or something like that, remember that there's a camera in there filming everything you say and do," Shawn said. "So just give a signal and we'll let you right out." He began shutting the door when Steph stopped him with a question.

"Whose brilliant plan was this?" Steph wanted to know.

"The creative mastermind, the senior McMahon... Your dad," Shawn answered, then slammed the door shut, locking Chris and Steph inside alone.

"Damn him! My dad..."

"Is the worst guy this world has ever had," Chris finished, trying to rhyme.

"He disgusts me, and so do you," she said, then went and sat in a corner to get away from Chris.

He looked over at her, then went over to the opposite corner. "You know you want me. It's true, it's true."

"Stealing Angle's lines? Now that's pathetic and low."

"But it's obvious that you're into me, though."

Steph had no reply for this. Instead, she looked around the dark room, wondering just where the camera was located, this camera that was supposedly filming everything that they said and did. Not finding a camera, she looked over at Chris, who was sitting over in the opposite corner watching her.

"I wish I had some food. Man, I'd give all my cash," Steph said about an hour later when her stomach started grumbling.

"See, that's your problem, woman. That's why you have that fat ass," Chris replied, giving her an amused look.

"Don't try to go against me, Chris. There's no doubt that you will lose," she warned him.

"Don't try to resist me, Steph. Y2J leaves your insides bruised," he said, and smirked.

Silence... She tried to look away from him and soon found herself tracing the cracks in the wall with her finger. She was just that bored.

"Bored, Princess? I have something that would interest you," Chris piped up from across the room.

"You can't interest me with anything you say or do," she replied, wondering exactly what he had in mind.

"I'm hungry, you're hungry. Why don't we make a human feast?"

"I'm not a cannibal. I don't eat humans, you beast."

He laughed at her. "I didn't mean literally, but let me give you a taste."

"You come over here and I will slap you in the face."

He crawled over to her anyway, knowing that she wouldn't have it in her to slap him in the face. She'd talk shit from across the room, sure. But when it really came down to it, she couldn't resist him. Whenever he got close to her, she went weak in the knees. He knew all of this, which was why he had such a confident look on his face when he crawled over to her.

"Come here, Steph, and let me taste your beautiful lips..." He leaned over her, putting his hands on her hips and looking down at her.

"Move your hands, Chris. Get your paws off my hips!" When he didn't move his hands, she went on. "The cameras are still rolling. Are you crazy as hell or what?"

"Stop pretending for the cameras. You know you want me to do you in the butt!" He snickered at the indignant look on her face.

"In the butt? Now you know I'd never let you go through with that."

"You're up next on the plate. Why don't you come and grip my bat?"

She understood the analogy he had made about the baseball player and the bat. She wanted to smack him for his smartness but the sexy little look on his face melted her insides.

"I swear, Chris, I hate you. You're lucky you look so hot," she said, giving in and touching his chin.

"You know you're falling for me. Stop pretending that you're not!" he exclaimed, just before he leaned down and kissed her...

"This rhyming crap is hard... What do you say we give it a break?" she asked, pulling back to look into his beautiful eyes.

"Sure... And we've got five more hours... Think of all the love we could make!"

Then, neither one even thought about rhyming. Both of them were too intent on seeing who could conquer the other's mouth the fastest. It was like a private game made just for them. Chris hurriedly started to undress her, needing to feel her skin flush against his. She helped him, needing to feel the sensation of their bare skin pressing against each other as well...

"Wow, Vince, you were right," Shawn Michaels said, staring at the TV monitor where Chris and Stephanie were going crazy trying to undress each other.

"What did I tell you?" Vince McMahon, who was standing next to him watching the scene unfold, asked with a smile. "Get those two together alone and clothes just don't last."

"You said that, but I never quite believed it," Shawn said. "I mean, those two are the biggest enemies in the company. They hate each other."

"They love each other," Vince corrected. "And I've made it my job, my goal, my main priority, to put them in uncomfortable and unfamiliar situations where they have to depend on each other just to make them see that they in fact love each other."

"Now, the people at home watching this... What are they going to think?" Shawn asked.

"Oh, they'll think this is part of a new storyline," Vince said nonchalantly. "I'm not worried about it." He looked at the screen and raised his eyebrows at the image of what Chris and Stephanie were doing. "But that I'm worried about. What exactly do you call that position and how the hell did they manage to get like that?"

"No clue," Shawn said. "But maybe it's about time to cut this off and give them some much-needed privacy."

"You're right," Vince said. "I can't show the fans any X-rated material. Pull the plug immediately."

Shawn went and talked to some of the technical guys, who immediately went and pulled the plugs on the camera that was in The Rhyming Cell with Chris and Stephanie.

"Awww!" every wrestling fan in the world cried.

In The Rhyming Cell about four hours later, Chris and Stephanie laid in each other's arms fully clothed, looking up at the ceiling.

"I don't ever want to leave... This place is perfect for me," Stephanie whispered.

"I wouldn't mind staying..." Chris gulped. "But I really have to pee!"

An alarm clock started buzzing and the next thing they knew, the door to the room was opening.

"Congratulations, you two sex maniacs! You made it in The Rhyming Cell for six hours," Shawn announced. "How do you feel?"

"I feel great," Stephanie said. She and Chris both stood up.

"My bladder needs an escape!" Chris yelled, running past Shawn and heading for the nearest bathroom.

Both Shawn and Stephanie watched Chris darting down the hall, looking for a bathroom.

"He's insane," Shawn commented as Chris hopped down the hall with his hand cupping his manhood through his pants muttering, "It's ok, just hold it in!"

"I think that's why I love him," Stephanie said, watching after him dreamily. Shawn looked at her with wide eyes. She realized what she'd said, then clapped her hands over her mouth. "I mean, that's why I like him. Or hate him. I mean... Ah, fuck it!" She stomped away angrily in the direction opposite of the one Chris had went in.

Shawn stared after them both, then shrugged his shoulders. "Crazy ass lovebirds," he said, shaking his head. "When will they figure it out?"