Since my lazy / busy self will probably find it extremely difficult to put up two different chapters for the two weeks I've missed.. here's one. :D
Sorry if the events seem kinda off from the actual show, I didn't watch it so I had to go off some results.. (here's hoping they were accurate!) but it actually shouldn't REALLY matter so yeah lol.
Enjoy.. I own nothing. :P
"What happened last week?"
"You guys were acting like a bunch of idiots, and ruined the plan."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault okay? So I got caught up for a while there with my peeps, big whoop. Who cares?"
"You two had Jericho handed to you guys on a silver platter in that lumberjack match!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Trish said, interrupting. She looked at Al curiously. "Didn't you say that they didn't go anywhere anyways?"
"Yeah, but I have no idea why. They very well could've, thanks to you idiots." He mumbled.
"We need strategy, which we're lacking. We're all running around aimlessly trying to stop these two from going out, doing whatever we can think up on a whim, and it's not working." Christian whined.
The four sighed heavily.
"I think we may need to ask for some help." Trish said, rubbing her hands together. "And I know just the person.."
Meanwhile..
"You know Chris, I think you're taking it too personally." Randy said, watching as Chris paced back and forth in his locker room. "She didn't blow you off."
"She blew me off." The Canadian angrily spat out. "I had my match, I told her I'd catch up with her, I shower, I get dressed, and where is she? Gone!"
"You probably said something wrong."
"Said something wrong?" Chris cried out angrily. "What kind of stupid crap is that? I told her to wait for me! You were there when I said it!"
"Yeah well, sometimes women are weird." Randy shrugged.
"She blew me off!"
"Have you even talked to her? Called her maybe?"
"She isn't answering!"
"I still think you might be jumping the gun."
"NO ONE BLOWS ME OFF!" The older man shouted, startling Randy. "Who in the hell does that woman think she is?!"
"Worse comes to worse, you can always go through with your threat." Randy said, making Chris freeze in his tracks. "What?" He asked, confused.
"Oh.. nothing." The Canadian answered quickly, and resumed his pacing - albeit faster this time. Randy looked at him curiously.
"You said you were willing to go through with it if push came to shove. Don't tell me you're chickening out."
"I never chicken out!"
"So what's the prob -"
"Damn, look at the time." Chris said, heading towards the door as Randy watched him suspiciously. "She should be here by now."
In seconds, Randy was up and grabbing the older man's arm, turning him back around to face him.
"What's your problem, junior?" Chris said angrily as he pulled his arm out of Randy's grip. "Grab me like that again and I'll introduce you to my right hook!"
"You don't have a watch on." Randy stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Thank you very much Captain Obvious, I think I can continue living now that that truth has come out. Now if you'll excuse me.."
"You're hiding something."
"Aw," The Canadian said in a mocking tone, "Was liddle Wandy left alone by his mama so often that he grew up to be insecure?"
"Nice try Jericho. Now spill."
"I don't have to answer to you. Who in the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm waiting." Randy said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, which only served to further piss off his companion.
"You have some nerve kid, you know that?"
"Hmm.. why would Chris Jericho not want to follow through with some good old-fashioned blackmail and reap the awards?" The younger man pondered out loud, tapping his chin with his finger.
"Do you forget who I am, Rundo? I'm the first-ever Undisputed Champion, I think I know what I'm doing!" Chris replied indignantly, growing more annoyed with each passing moment.
"Maybe.. it's because he lost his nerve." Randy said tauntingly, causing Chris' face to turn red.
"That is not why, you idiot!" He snarled angrily. "I acciden -- you're wasting my time!"
"What were you going to say?"
"Nothing you moron!"
"Jackass!"
"Imbecile!"
"Ego-maniac!"
Chris' snide comment was forgotten when a sudden knocking was heard. He sneered at Randy and turned to open the door, thankful for the break.
"Oh, look who finally rose from the dead."
"Ha ha, hilarious Chris." Stephanie said, removing her sunglasses and tossing her hair back over her shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, his anger for the moment temporarily subsided, as Randy appeared next to him.
"Hi Steph, how are you?" Randy asked as he smirked. "I figured I'd ask since this one has no manners."
She laughed at that. "I'm fine, and yourself?"
"Fine as always."
Chris scowled. "Come in Steph." He said, stepping back so she could walk in. Once she was inside the locker room, he shoved a surprised Randy out, and closed the door behind him.
"Hey! Asshole." Randy mumbled on the other side. Chris heard it and snickered, before turning back and facing Stephanie, who had taken a seat and was busy admiring his title belt. He leaned back against the door and crossed his arms as he watched her.
"Where the hell were you last week?" He finally asked, scowling again.
"Here at the arena, where else?" She said, giving him a look.
"We were supposed to go out after the show, and you blew me off, any of this ringing a bell?"
"You said you didn't want to go out." She said, shrugging, as he looked at her in shock.
"When the hell did I say that?"
"After your match with Hunter."
"I did not!"
"Oh yes you did, Chris Jericho! Don't you dare try to turn this around on me!"
"I did not!!"
"You did too! Oh Steph, I'm tired right now, so I'll catch up with you later." She mocked.
"I meant we'd catch up later! Like later that night!"
"Well that's your fault for not being clear."
"You blew me off! No one blows me off!"
"Oh geez, I did not blow you off, get over yourself." She said, rolling her eyes.
"You didn't answer your phone!"
"You didn't call!"
"I CALLED ALL WEEK!" He cried, flailing his arms. "Look, I'll show you!" He said as he stalked over, angrily pulling out his cell phone and practically thrusting it in her face. "See? That's your number!" She looked at the phone, before evenly looking up at him.
"That's not my number.. my last number ends in a 5 and you put in 6." She stated as she snickered. He blinked and turned the phone back towards him.
He knew he shouldn't have listened to stupid Rundo and tried memorizing her number.
"Well.. this is beside the point anyways. We'll just have to go tonight then."
"Tonight? Chris, I'm not dressed to go out."
He looked her over and raised an eyebrow suggestively, smirking slowly.
"I think you look hot in anything baby.. that's why you need me."
"Can your head get any more inflated? .. You know what.. don't answer that."
"Tonight then?"
"Fine, good grief, fine, tonight we'll go out, you satisfied?"
"Partly. The rest will have to come later." He said, winking at her. She shook her head as she stood up, handing him his championship belt.
"Who are you facing tonight?"
"Oh who cares, I'm gonna win."
"Confident any?"
"What can I say? I usually get what I want."
"Is that right?" She said, her voice challenging. He smirked as she narrowed her eyes at him.
She is so easy to rile up.
"We'll see after tonight."
"What do you want?" Chris demanded, visibly irritated.
"Just wanted to tell you to keep that belt warm for me, because it's soon gonna be around my waist."
"You forget, assclown, that you need a vote from the people in order to face me."
"My peeps worship the ground I walk on! I am so in on Taboo Tuesday like you wouldn't believe!"
"What's the point? Do you even have one?" Chris asked in disgust. It boggled his mind to the very day how he ever got along with Christian. He was too egotistical for his own good, and he liked to hide behind Tomko. He was greasy looking too; Chris was starting to wonder what kind of home Edge and Christian grew up in anyways.
"You need to watch your back Jericho. That belt is coming home to me!" Christian smirked as Chris rolled his eyes.
"Whatever jackass." He mumbled, before turning around and almost bumping right into Tomko. He stepped to the side and looked back and forth between them, debating on whether or not he should bolt out of there or stay and fight in case they started something.
The decision was made for him as he felt someone approach him from behind. He scowled as he caught sight of his new companion.
"Is there a problem here gentlemen? Beating on the Intercontinental champion a week before Taboo Tuesday isn't going to win you guys any votes.. you do realize that, right?" Randy asked slowly, as if he were speaking to small children.
"Rookie thinks he's all that just because he had a run at the belt." Christian said mockingly. "Though he only had it for like two or three weeks.. the loser."
"Yeah, well that's two or three weeks longer than your record." The young man answered arrogantly, making Chris roll his eyes.
"Why don't you guys do yourselves a favor and go get lost somewhere? You're wasting the king of the world's oxygen, but most importantly, you idiots are wasting my time." Chris said matter-of-factly.
Christian snorted but backed off, being followed by Tomko. Chris turned and walked in the opposite direction, Randy following close behind.
"So, since I just saved you from getting your ass kicked just now and at the end of the show last week, how about you spill with what you were going to tell me earlier?" Randy asked, sounding like a little kid. Chris snorted and shook his head.
"First of all, Rundo, you saved me from nothing, okay? I was fighting my own fights while you were wondering what high school you wanted to go to."
"Yeah, you are kinda old."
"That is the first and last time that you ever.. EVER refer to me as old. You got that?"
"You're just -"
"Second of all, I don't have to tell you anything that I don't want to tell you. You are on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know."
"Well Chris, let me offer you some options. You can tell me now or I will annoy the living hell out of you every Monday night until you retire or give in and tell me. Whichever comes first."
"I have amazing self-control. If I don't want you to get on my nerves, then you won't."
"This book would beg to disagree." Randy said, handing him a book that up until then, Chris hadn't noticed. He stopped walking as he snatched the book out of Randy's hands.
"What the hell is this?"
On the cover was a taped picture of him back when he was Undisputed Champion, one belt over each shoulder.
Underneath it read: An Idiot's Guide To Pissing Off (Former) Undisputed Champions (only recommended if you are a fast runner).
"So," Randy said, snatching the book back before Chris could open it, "Spill."
"Where did you get that?"
"E-bay and bored teenagers." He said smirking. "You'd be amazed.. so are you going to tell me or not?"
"There's nothing to tell!"
Randy shook his head and opened up the sketchbook-turned-guide. Amusement immediately crossed his features at the first question raised.
"Chris, the whole world wants to know.. why is it that you can never beat Triple H?"
"I have beaten him!" The Canadian snarled angrily.
"It has here a list of all the times you lost to him. Shall I begin reading it? Or maybe the fans would love hearing it more.."
"Alright, alright.. fine. I'll tell you, geez.. always have to use The Nose against me.. talk about low."
"You know Stephanie, I was thinking. Since we're here in the UK and all, how about we go out after the show for a night out on the town? It'll be fun, just me and you."
"Sorry Al, I can't tonight. I have plans." She answered, busy looking over Edge's contract. She was hoping to find a clause that said he could get a rematch for his forfeited title, just so she could unleash that one on Chris. His face would be priceless..
"You're not even listening to me."
"Oh, sorry babe." She said, finally looking up at him. "What were you saying?"
"I asked you where exactly you plan on going tonight."
"I'm going out to dinner with a friend."
"Who?"
"Does it matter?" She shot back.
"Yes, it does matter to me who my girlfriend is going out with, as a matter of fact, and it matters that she'd rather go with him or her instead of me."
"Oh God, it's only one night, relax." She said, looking back at her work.
He was about to say something when a shout came from the hallways.
"YOU WHAT?!"
It sounded faint, but still loud enough for them to hear it from where they were.
"What the hell was that?" Al asked, frowning as he tried to place the voice.
"Sounded like Randy." She said, sighing as she got to the end of Edge's contract, with no luck. "Anyways, you need to lighten up."
"Can I at least know who you're going out with?"
She took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I'm going out with Chris tonight. Satisfied?"
".. Why?"
"I can go out with whoever I want to, that's why. You're starting to piss me off." She said warningly.
"You're not even going to reconsider?"
"I sort of owe it to him."
"After all that work.. I can't believe this!" Randy groaned.
"It was a mistake, alright? I didn't mean to delete it, it just happened."
"How in the hell could you delete the pictures?"
"I hit the wrong button!" Chris snarled, running a hand through his hair. "And then they were gone!"
"You idiot." Randy mumbled. Chris heard him and scowled, but didn't say anything. "Now what are you going to do?"
"Nothing.. what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"
"I guess so.. you better hope she doesn't back out."
"Nah, she won't. Least I hope she doesn't. She did blow me off last week.."
"Here we go.." Randy said, rolling his eyes.
"Well she did Rundo, you saw it yourself."
"I don't know Chris, but I'm scheduled for some ring time up next. Gotta make my presence felt."
"So what are you waiting for?"
Meanwhile..
"Are you sure that's his car?"
"Well the plates say Y2J Rulz. So I'm pretty sure it's his."
"But wouldn't it be just a rental? Maybe that's just a big fan of his."
"No, he always puts those plates on, even on his rentals. It's just his thing. He likes other people knowing it's him behind the wheel. Trust me, I know, we traveled together for a while."
"Well let's get to it then."
"His match is going to be coming up soon too, so we can get some payback for earlier. I'm gonna embarrass him in front of all my peeps.."
"First let's get this done, then I'll go help you solve that problem."
"Now that was beautiful." Trish said, laughing.
"Did you see that powerbomb Batista gave him? Must've knocked his lights out." Christian smirked as he grabbed a towel.
"I bet you he's not going anywhere tonight."
"How much did you have to pay Batista to do that?" Al asked curiously.
"I offered him fifty bucks - he said he'd do it for free." She winked. "A little flirting never hurt matters."
"Too bad that flirting didn't work with Jericho." Christian snickered, earning a death glare from Trish.
"Let me tell you that I could have him if I wanted to. I'd just have to step up my game, that's all." She shrugged. "I had him wrapped around my finger before, you better believe I can get there again."
"Whatever Trish."
"Hey, worse comes to worse, I have a plan of my own.." She grinned with an evil glint in her eye. "Any of you boys know where Jericho's locker room is?"
"I hate Evolution." Chris groaned as Randy helped him walk back to his locker room. Randy snickered.
"Join the club."
"Why is everyone after me? First this crap with the Intercontinental title, then Christian and Tomko, and then on top of that, Evolution."
"Led by the one man you just can't beat."
"You know what Rundo, you're getting on my damn nerves with that! You have no room to talk when you haven't even beaten Triple H, and to top it off, AT LEAST I WAS CHAMPION FOR MORE THAN THREE WEEKS!"
"Geez, someone's edgy. Anyways, are you still going out with Stephanie?"
"Speak of the devil." Chris said, removing his arm from over Randy's shoulders as he caught sight of the youngest McMahon waiting for him outside of his locker room.
"Devil huh? Is that what you think of me?" She asked as he approached her. He just gave her a smirk.
"It's about time the truth came out, Princess." He said, winking at her as he entered his dressing room. Stephanie followed him but Randy stayed at the doorframe.
"So I'm taking the rental then, right?"
"Yes Rundo, you take the rental, we'll call a limo and I'll catch up with you later."
"Alright, have fun." Randy said. Stephanie nodded and picked up a Raw magazine that Randy had been reading, while the young man showed his book again to Chris, who promptly gave him the finger. Randy snickered and left, closing the door behind him.
"Let me just jump into the shower real fast and we'll head out. And no, you can't join me, sorry to disappoint." Chris said, grinning impishly as she rolled her eyes. "Unless of course, you absolutely insist.."
"Get on with it Jericho."
Fifteen minutes later..
"Finally." She mumbled, ignoring the butterflies she was feeling at the sight of him. That man sure knew how to look good.. she quickly lowered her gaze to her magazine. "Are you ready?" She asked.
"Something wrong?" He asked, and she shook her head. "Is it something I'm wearing?" She looked up at him and slowly took him in. "Or do you just like what you see?" He said in a teasing voice.
She sneered at him. Who cared if he was dressed in a dark blue dress shirt with those jeans that fit him oh so perfectly.. he was still who he was.
At least he's easy on the eyes.
"After you Princess." He said, smiling as he slung his bag over one shoulder and opened the door for her.
She gave him a look as she stepped out, with him following closely behind her. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, then waited for someone to answer.
"Who are you calling now? Your other girlfriends to cancel?"
He snickered. "Yes, hit it right on the head. Gotta make room for you on the busy schedule.. hi this is Chris Jericho, I called earlier.. yes, the one that called you a jackass.. that's right junior, you send that limo right on over now. Thanks."
"You called who a jackass?" Stephanie asked after he hung up.
"The idiot that works there. He said they didn't send out limos at this hour, and I told him that he was going to have to make an exception for me because I'm not just anybody. But I'm sure you know that." He said, opening the exit doors for her leading out into the parking lot.
"So we're just going to wait here for these people to show up?"
"Too much for the Princess to handle?"
"This whole night is going to be too much for me to handle."
"So you're saying I'm too much to handle? I could've told you that one." He smirked and dropped his bag on the ground, crossing his arms.
"You are something else." She said, shaking her head. She sighed as they stood in silence for a few moments. He was content with checking her out and making a move later, but she was getting bored. Bad things happen when a McMahon gets bored, because that's when ideas start being made.
He watched her grow frustrated, praising himself for being able to read her (although it was so obvious that a little kid could've figured it out).
"You bored?"
"Yes!" She snapped, her back to him. "What kind of stupid question is that? We're just standing here! You could've called them sooner."
"If you're going to be bitchy all night, it's gonna be a long night Princess."
She turned and went to walk on over and smack the taste out of his mouth (she couldn't believe the audacity of the man), but she didn't see his gym bag that was in the way - she shrieked as she lost her balance, and fall she did.
Right into his arms.
"Hey there miss, watch where you're going." She raised her head and looked over her shoulder at the bag, then whirled back around towards him, accusation in her eyes. He just grinned. "Hey, you said you were bored, right?"
"And you try to have me break my face because of it? How thoughtful." She responded sarcastically. "You have a sick sense of --"
His fingers brushing the hair out of her face made her suddenly lose track of thought, to his hearing's relief. He let his fingers gently trail the side of her face.
"If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?" He asked quietly as he pulled her tighter against him.
".. Chris Jericho, don't you dare.. if you so much as even think about it, I swear, I'm going to --"
"Sue me? Go ahead."
His lips then suddenly came down over hers, silencing her prepared response. The sudden and harsh contact made her squirm against him, hitting him on the chest with the bottom of her fists. He didn't budge an inch, nor did he stop. He strategically moved his hand that was on her back low and then slightly up her shirt, teasing the skin. She gasped at the contact, inadvertently giving him full entry into her mouth.
It was not their first kiss.
But it was definitely their best.
She only meant to kiss him back briefly, enough to distract him long enough to nail him with a low blow (she had learned something from Hunter). But once she started to, her heartbeat felt like it was in overdrive, and her plan was quickly forgotten. Without realizing or thinking about what she was doing (and probably not knowing what an Al was if she was asked), she wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling his hair in her fingers. She could feel him trying to smirk while he kissed her senseless, could practically feel his arrogance radiating as he held her even tighter.
And for once, she didn't care.
Meanwhile..
"What do you mean he's gone?!"
"He's gone dude. I think they left together."
"But didn't you guys take care of the car?"
"We did, but maybe they swapped with someone or something, who knows."
"Well, where's Stephanie?"
"She left! She was supposed to wait for me to get back but she just up and left!"
Silence fell among the four.
"Damn it." Trish said, sighing. "They're together then."
"They're probably long gone." Al said dejectedly.
"Well let's go out into the parking lot and see if his car's still there." Christian suggested. "It might be, who knows? Did you try calling her?"
"Got her voicemail." He sighed heavily, as they all started walking towards the parking lot. "I really didn't want them to go out. I don't trust him."
"Who does?" Christian asked, shrugging.
"Stephanie." He mumbled, clenching his fists.
"Guys," Trish said, suddenly stopping them. "I have an idea."
Chris finally pulled away, needing a chance to breathe. He snickered at the dazed look on her face.
"I could get used to that." He said, catching his breath, before smirking. "Earth to Stephanie." He tapped her nose with his finger. "Wake up, Princess."
That snapped her out of it. She scowled at him and swatted his finger away.
"I can't believe you did that." She said, wiping her lips. He burst out laughing, wrapping his arms once again around her waist.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you heard me." She was trying to sound confident, but the way he was holding her combined with his kiss was making her falter.
"But you kissed me back." He leaned in and teased her with another kiss. "I know you can't get enough of me baby. Vitamin C is good for the soul.."
"Oh God, and I thought my dad was the most egotistical man I ever knew." She rolled her eyes, then noticed him wincing. "What's wrong?"
"You compared me to your dad. Talk about a blow."
"I'd give you a compliment, but if I make your ego any bigger, your head might explode."
"How about leaving that assclown Al and going with a real man?"
"Like yourself?" She said sarcastically.
"Hey, you're in my arms right now.. and that's half the battle Princess. You know you want to.." He said, leaning in again.
"Chris, I don't think --"
He cut her off yet again with another kiss, less forcefully this time. She pushed against his chest in protest, but not enough to actually make a difference since she was kissing him back. He was starting to deepen their kiss when someone cleared his throat. Assuming it was the limo driver, Chris pulled away and turned around.
"It's about... time." He said, surprised as he saw Al standing there. And boy was the man fuming.
"Oh my God," Stephanie started, catching sight of Al, her hand on her forehead. "Al, I can --"
"Explain?" He cut in, shaking his head in disbelief. "Stephanie, how could you?"
"Oh cut the crap." Chris said, rolling his eyes while Stephanie remained at a loss for words. "Let's make this real simple, right here, right now."
"I ought to kick your ass Jericho.." Al said, clenching his fists.
"Take a shot junior.. I'll give you another black eye." Chris said arrogantly. "In any case, I have an idea."
"Like any idea you come up with is good."
"Hey hey hey, you're talking to the genius who came up with the theory for Taboo Tuesday Alice! At least I have ideas.. now then, it's really simple."
"Chris, what are you doing?" Stephanie demanded, exasperated as he stepped up to Al, who immediately tensed. Chris rolled his eyes.
"I'm not gonna do anything to you assclown." He said as he stood next to Al. He crossed his arms and looked back at Stephanie. "Alright Princess.. choose."
".. Excuse me? Choose?"
"Yes.. this moron right here, or me. Right now, one or the other."
Al shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, while Chris remained calmly collected as he watched Stephanie. He shrugged arrogantly, before running a hand through his loose hair.
"I honestly don't think there's competition." He said, sneering at Al.
"Stephanie, just say me and let's go." Al said, sighing. "It was just a kiss with him, come on, what could it have really meant."
"Hey junior, that was the best kiss of her life. You can't do it like I can buddy, I'm the king of the world!"
"Whatever Jericho." Al said, imitating him as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I can't believe you're making me choose.." Stephanie said, sighing heavily.
"I can't believe you're actually having doubts." Chris said, raising an eyebrow.
Stephanie shook her head, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked at them both. There was Al, business-like, cut and clean, the epitome of what the McMahons were all about. Then there was Chris, calm, cool, and arrogant, with that smirk that always gave her butterflies.
Al was more respectable and down-to-Earth than Chris.
But damn, Chris sure knew how to kiss..
"Chris, I finally found you!" A voice cried out from behind, interrupting her train of thought. Chris turned, bewildered as Trish Stratus stalked right up to him.
"What do you want, Trash Stratus? We're in the middle of an extremely important decision!"
"You forgot these from last week."
"You know, if you have nothing important to say, then why don't you go.." The words died on his lips as she held out a pair of boxers out in front of her.
"I washed these for you, but goodness Christopher, next time you decide to stay a night with me, please remember to take all your clothes in the morning."
Chris stared dumbfounded, at a loss for words. He turned back to Stephanie and forced himself to speak, while Al snickered.
"I have no idea what she's talking about Stephanie, seriously.. I think she's gone crazy."
Stephanie looked at him blankly. "Are those yours?"
"They are, look, they have his name on the back." Trish said, before tossing them back to Chris. "Sweetie, you're always welcome in the hotel room, just clean up after yourself, okay baby?" Before he had a chance to digest what was happening, she kissed him on the cheek. He gave her a look of disgust.
"Is that why you said you were too tired to go out last week?" Stephanie asked evenly.
"No, no, hell no! Steph, just ignore her okay, I was not with her last week, and I don't know how she got my boxers but we haven't done anything! She probably got them from the last guy she slept with.."
"Does this look familiar to you, Chris?" Trish said, twirling a coin in her hand. "It's that Canadian dollar you made that bet with Christian with. Looks like you won huh?"
"Let's go, Al." Stephanie said, sighing. Chris sneered at Trish before going up to Stephanie, grabbing her arm.
"Stephanie, why would I do something like that? Don't you see you're the only one I'm going for right now? Come on, if you think about it, it doesn't make sense." He tried to reason.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend, Jericho. Go back with your little slut over there, I'm sure you two will get along just nicely." Al said, stepping forth and taking Stephanie's hand. She gave Chris a semi-disappointed look and pulled her arm out of his grip.
"It's not true Steph, you gotta believe me."
"Oh Christopher, why are you denying what we had? Why be so ashamed? Let's showcase it baby." Trish said, trying to link her arm with his. He pulled away in disgust.
"Don't touch me, with your dirty ass self."
"You know, it's always something with you Chris." Stephanie said, as she turned and walked away with Al. Chris growled and went to follow her, before Trish grabbed his arm.
"You shouldn't, not right now.. she'll be too pissed."
She was expecting him to mope or ignore her and go after Stephanie anyways; she wasn't expecting him to whirl around and glare at her. Trish backed up as he stalked towards her.
"Nice timing you have there, real smart. What exactly are you up to, Trish? We both know you just told Stephanie a lie so she wouldn't choose me over Al, so spill." He tossed her back the boxers. "Keep those as a souvenir of what's never gonna happen, sweetcheeks. I don't even want to know how you got them, but Vitamin C is off limits to you."
"I just found them and decided to give them back. Since you three were having a little meeting, I felt like playing around. Is that such a crime?"
"If you were a man.. I would be strangling you right now. You have no idea what you just cost me!" He snarled, as he picked his bag back up. He proceeded to ignore her as he marched back into the building. There were only two people who he could talk to, and he needed to really talk to someone.
Trish watched him stomp back off into the arena, and smirked to herself. She headed out to find her car, tossing the boxers into a nearby trashcan.
Her work for the night was done.
"Why must life be so difficult?" Chris mumbled as he stared up at the ceiling. "I wonder who I was in my past life to deserve this?"
"Now you're just being pathetic." Randy said, snickering.
"She's never gonna choose me. I'm just gonna die alone and great."
"Alone and great?"
"Yes.. alone and great." He sighed heavily as he sat up on the floor, looking up at Lita. "What's your opinion on the soap opera that is my life?"
She shrugged. "I think if it's meant to be, it'll happen eventually."
"Eventually." He groaned. "Trish and the rest of them are ruining my life." With that, he laid back down on the floor. "To think this can all be traced back to a stupid bet I made last year.."
"That's what happens when you act out in stupidity.. see, it's finally catching up to you." Lita noted.
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to do anymore." He mumbled. "I mean, what do you think Li? Me and Rundo are SOL right about now."
"You two are coming at it all from the wrong angle.. the blackmail, the kiss.. the fact that it didn't work should clue you in that you're just approaching the problem wrong."
He looked over at her. "You sure you want back in on this? You don't have to help if you don't want to.."
"Are you kidding me? You two need all the help you can get."
"So you think it's still possible for him to get with Stephanie?" Randy asked doubtfully. "Trish and Al are making it pretty damn hard."
"With a woman helping you two guys out.. we have yet to get started."
"She would've picked me too. I know it, I could see it. Besides, after that kiss.. anyone would pick me." Chris said smugly.
"You know, it is a bit odd if you think about it." Lita said thoughtfully.
"What is?" Randy and Chris asked at the same time.
"Trish and the rest of them. They either have the worst timing to stick their noses in, or they're all up to something."
"Please," The Canadian said, waving it off. "They're not that smart."
"Well, you never know.. that's what I said about Evolution and look what happened." Randy noted bitterly.
"No one's fault but your own, kid." Chris answered.
Sudden knocking interrupted their little meeting, and they all turned to look as a technician poked his head in the door.
"Chris Jericho?"
"The one and only, what do you need, junior?"
The young man frowned a little as he looked down at his clipboard, then back at Chris, who was still laying on the floor. "Does your car have the license plates that say Y2J Rulz?"
"Yes, that'd be my rental. Why?"
"All the tires are flat. I was told to let you know."
Chris and Randy looked at each other and scowled at the same time. Chris looked back at the technician and waved him off, prompting the man to leave. The three remained in silence for a few moments, before Chris finally broke it.
"Stupid fans." He mumbled. "Anyways.."
"So what are we going to do?" Randy asked, crossing his arms.
".. Are you two really that dense?" Lita asked in disbelief.
"What are you talking about?" Chris asked, as Randy just gave her a confused look.
"I bet you any money that it was Trish and company who did that to your car, Chris."
"Oh come on.. why would they want to do something like that?"
"You were supposed to go out with Stephanie." Randy noted. Chris stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, before sitting up.
"I got it!"
"What?" Randy and Lita asked. He looked at them, a proud smirk on his face.
"Trish, Tomko, and Christian were all trying to stop me from going out with Stephanie." He said smugly. "Thing is, I don't know why they even care. And it might not even be true, because that would take planning."
"And organization."
"And a ring-leader."
".. Al? He seems the likely candidate but that guy's dense." Chris said, frowning.
"All guys are dense, dear." Lita noted.
"Hey, I resent that." Randy said, indignantly.
"I don't really believe all this. I think some fans just got to my car, or one of the thousand likely guys that I'm going to face on Taboo Tuesday."
"Don't worry, we're gonna get to the bottom of this."
"What about Stephanie?" Chris whined. Randy and Lita rolled their eyes.
"That girl's playing hard-to-get." Randy noted, shaking his head. "Something should've worked by now, come on.. no girl should be that hard-to-get."
"Well, we're just gonna have to start over."
"So it's back to the drawing board?" Chris sighed heavily. "What a bunch of crap."
"It's not like you have any better ideas.. your ideas suck actually, so you should listen."
"Shut up Rundo, no one asked you." The Canadian growled, before looking back at Lita. "Fine, I'm in."
"You want to get the boss's daughter to want you Chris, here's what you gotta do.."