Title: Face The Music
Author: Lysi a.k.a. Psychotic Chic
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Drama
Pairings: Gabrielle/Chris
Summary: Gabrielle is dating Chris Jericho, but when he turns his attention to taking out John Cena, Gabi makes him promise to her, on their relationship that he'll leave John alone. When he doesn't she leaves him, and goes to Cena to help him, but mostly for herself, to get back at Chris. In a fight for life or death, Gabi uses everything she's learned about Chris over the past 2 years against him, and tries to upstage him at Summerslam.
Disclaimer: I own Gabrielle.. I used to wish I owned Jericho, but not anymore. I do still wish I owned John Cena..
A/N: I hope you guys like this story.. Check out Against the Odds as well. Remember to R&R.. Sorry for the long wait
I watch John walk out to the ring, with a look of determination stretched across his face, as Chris and Carlito wait for him in the ring. I bite my lower lip as the camera zooms in on Chris' face, which shows the more sadistic side of him. The look I know all too well is staring back at me throw the TV set.
Flashback
"Chris, stop, what are you doing?"
I stare up at Chris, fearing for the worst, my life, which might be demolished in the next matter of seconds. You should never put it past Chris to take someone out, but if he sees them struggling, he works his magic and makes everything 50 times worse than it was before. "Shutting you up. I swear to God, I hear that you tell Cena any of this plan…" Chris grabs me by the hair, pulling me right up to his face, "I will triple this pain. And don't worry, I won't take you out of your misery, I'll just make it worse."
Chris throws me back against the wall as he picks me back up by the hair and throws me out of the hotel room. Carlito walks over to the doorway and smiles down at me as I grab my back in pain. "Man, she's not cool." Before Chris shuts the door, I get one last look at them, those gorgeous green eyes have turned to fire, and have wanted nothing but to ruin my life.
End Flashback
I cringe at the thought of last night as I watch the match continue. Deep down I wish that I told John about Chris' plan, so he doesn't have to live in fear of what they might do to him, but I'd be taking his place, and fearing for my life.
For the past 20 minutes of the match, Chris, the supposed "guest referee" has been helping Carlito tear down John. I know that part of their plan was the match tonight, and to steal the title from John. Every punch, kick, slam, etc. John suffers, I feel it's all because of me, since I didn't warn him.
I finally get a sigh of relief as John gets a win over Carlito and retains his title. He starts to get out of the ring as Chris grabs a hold of him and throws him outside of the ring. After attacking John for two minutes or so, Chris grabs a camera from one of the camera men ringside, and waits for John to get up. John staggers to his feet, only to be knocked right back down by the camera.
I can't watch any more of it as I push off of the couch and rush out of the locker room. I fix my parachute pants as I run down the hallway, hoping not to fall since I'm wearing wrestling boots, not the easiest shoe to run in.
I reach the stairs leading up to the gorilla position, as I stop at the bottom to get a quick breath. I take off up the stairs as I run through the curtain and start running down to the ring. The entire time I run down to the ring, I hear the boo's of the fans, as I just want to scream out that I'm not on Chris' side. I look over at Bischoff and Carlito and see the smiles on their faces.
Carlito leans down and gets in John's face, trash talking him, as I get in Chris' face. "What the hell are you doing down here, Gabi?"
"I couldn't sit back and watch this anymore.. I wanted to come out and help." I watch a smile slowly make its way across Chris' face, and then one across Carlito's face. Did I seriously just say that? Well at least Chris doesn't know I'm lying.
In one swift move, I connect the end of my wrestling boot with Carlito's chin, knocking him right to the ground next to an already knocked out John Cena. Chris glares at me, and lets go of John as he grabs me by the hair. The cheers of the fans for my sudden turn on Chris, is deafening. Chris grabs me by the hair as I lean back, and spit right in his face. He wipes the spit off with one hand and continues to glare at me.
Chris throws me back against the ring apron, with such force, that I can feel the bruising on me back start to kill again, this time worse, like a mother fucker. I try not to cry out in pain as Chris watches me with a satisfied look on his face.
"John, are you okay? I am so sorry about what happened out there.." John looks up from the examination table, and raises his eyebrow at me.
I feel so responsible for him being here, and getting the stitches in his forehead. "You're sorry? Of all people why would you be sorry?" I try to figure out what he's meaning, as he continues. "Why are you sorry since it was that asshole, that we know as your boyfriend who did this to me." The trainer finishes putting in the stitches as John continues to stare up at me, those green orbs, so hurt, showing the emotional pain her was in. "Why aren't you out celebrating with him?"
"He's not my boyfriend anymore." I look away from John, as I just glance around the room, staring at random objects around me. "Chris promised me, on our relationship that he's leave you alone until Summerslam, but he didn't. And it turned out to be yet another lie in his pit of lies."
"I don't get it." I turn my attention back to John as I give him a questioning look, as his green eyes meets my hazel ones. "Why would you put that much on the line for someone like me? What did I ever do for you to keep my ass from being kicked?"
I shake my head and try to find the right answer. It's not like I'm gunna go out and say 'Oh yeah, seeing an amazing good looking man injured is my weakness'. "You were one of the only people was nice to me when I debuted. I guess, even though that was 3 years ago, I'm still kinda thankful for it." Well, I didn't lie --- that is part of it. "I feel like this is my fault, ya know --- why you're here getting your head stitched up."
"And why do you feel like that? Did you know about this attack before it happened and didn't tell me?"
I'm pretty sure John can tell that he's right since I've gotten pretty quiet, so I'm expecting him to start yelling at me. He just shakes his head and looks away from me. "John, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, but my life was on the line. If I told you, what Chris did out there would be nothing compared to what he would do if he found out I told you."
"If you were so afraid of what he'd do to you by telling me about the attack he planned…" I focus down on John as he looks right up at me, "then why are you talking to me right now? He could go ballistic and freak out on you if he knew you were talking to me."
"Then let him. I wanna see what he's gunna do to me, if or when he finds out. I'm not gunna back down from him."
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. We just got a new computer.. Please R&R.. "Against the Odds" will have another chapter up tonight most likely.
-Lyss