I am really really sorry for not having updated this. I've wanted to but I haven't had a chance. Again, my apologies.. just know that I haven't forgotten about this story, I just don't want to sit down at any free moment and half-ass it just to get it done (I think if you guys are actually taking time to read this and give me feedback then you deserve a little more effort than that on my part) .. but anyways.. here you go. Hope you guys enjoy. :P
I own nada.. this one is from Raw on the 18th & 25th.
He looked up when he heard the door open, knowing full well she'd be coming out. He was getting good at this kind of thing. He watched her from a distance, and then to his satisfaction, she turned and started walking in his direction. Smirking, he straightened out his suit and ran his hands just over his hair to make sure he looked good.
She was so consumed in her thoughts that the sudden hand reaching out to touch her arm scared the hell out of her. She spun quickly around and relaxed as soon as she saw who it was.
"What can I do for you, Randy?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
He grinned and stood up from where he had been sitting, puffing out his chest and giving her a knowing look.
"Just wanted to talk to the Women's Champ. Is that a crime?" He asked smoothly. She raised an eyebrow, which he answered with a smile.
"I guess not." She answered cautiously, giving him a distrusting and yet interested look. She didn't know how she didn't notice (too caught up in Chris' business), but she had to admit as she gave him a once-over, Randy was kinda hot..
"Trish? Did you hear what I said?"
"Oh sorry, what'd you say?"
"I asked if maybe you wanted to get lunch sometime. I'd love to get to know a gorgeous thing like yourself better.."
Alarms went off in Trish's head, as her look of distrust slowly turned into a frown. He looked at her curiously, tilting his head slightly to one side.
"What is it? Don't be scared, I don't bite." He said reassuringly.
"You know what Randy, you may think I'm stupid, but I'm not, okay? I know you're friends with Chris Jericho, and he and I are not getting along these days.."
"This isn't about Jericho." He stated, stepping a bit closer to her. "It's about a legend killer taking a beautiful lady like yourself out to get a bite to eat."
"Randy, it doesn't change the fact that you two are friends --"
"Who says we are? I honestly can't stand him. He's too arrogant, which isn't all that bad, but he can't back it up. I'm arrogant too, but baby, I can back it up.. I can back up anything and everything I say." He added with a smirk.
"You're telling me you can't stand Chris Jericho."
"That's what I'm telling you."
"Well then.. prove it." She said, a smirk creeping on her features as she pointed over his shoulder. "There he goes, the man of the hour.. go and prove it, I want to see this."
Randy turned to see Chris walking slowly down the hallway, his head low as he read over a piece of paper. He looked back at Trish who had a daring look in her eyes. He smirked and nodded, silently accepting as he made his way over to Chris. She watched, intrigued, and decided to follow him.
"Yo Jericho." Randy said, approaching the Canadian, who looked up and nodded at him. He looked over his shoulder at Trish and groaned loudly.
"Dammit Rundo, next time you come over here, don't bring any of your groupie chicks alright? Oh wait, gosh, that's you Trish, sorry, let me rephrase that - don't bring any trash with you."
"You know what, I don't appreciate you talking to her like that." Randy said defensively, causing a brief look of shock to pass over the older man's face, before being replaced by a scowl.
"I'll call her anything I want. Tell me Rundo, how many definitions of bitch are there in your little dictionary?"
"You know something Jericho, I don't know if you've realized this or not, you probably haven't, your head is stuck so far up your ass it wouldn't surprise me." Chris' glare shifted from Trish to Randy. He narrowed his eyes at the young man, his natural warning sign. Randy didn't seem to notice this, however, and kept going. "Tonight we're teaming up, and you better do your part, Jericho. I know you can't win any matches but I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt."
Trish watched, thoroughly amused as Chris gave Randy a disbelieving look, before shaking his head in disgust.
"Whatever rookie, just don't screw me over out there because I'll make you regret it. Stay out of my hair and I'll stay out of yours, and we'll be happy."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Chris sneered at Randy before walking around him, looking back down at his piece of paper. Randy watched him for a few moments, then looked back over at Trish. He smirked at her and winked.
"Did I pass your test?"
She turned and looked at Chris, before he disappeared behind one of the many corners of the hall. Frowning, she turned back towards Randy. It didn't make any sense, but Randy had been anything but cordial with Chris. Maybe Al was wrong about Randy after all. She looked up at him and smirked.
"Not yet, but you're getting there."
Stephanie recognized the bouquet of roses, and knew who they were from before she had even carefully examined them. Al just wasn't the type to give anyone flowers - he believed it to be a waste of time when "the flowers were going to die within the next few days anyways."
After accomodating herself, she reached out for the small piece of paper tucked inside of the bouquet. She opened it, and it read:
Roses are red, violets are not
Stephanie McMahon, you are quite hot
I used to call you a dirty trash bag ho
Used to say you could never say "no" ;)
But what can I say? My opinion changed
You're my equal on every stage
Kick Al to the curb already, quit wasting time
Cause once you have some Vitamin C, you'll be forever mine.
C.J.
She couldn't help but grin as she read that, not doubting for an instant that he had probably taken great pride in his little poem. She shook her head, slowly folding the piece of paper in half. She held it for a moment, fingering it carefully as she fell into deep thought..
An Hour Later..
"So did you give it to her?"
"Well I left it there, so unless someone else took it, she should've gotten it by now."
"Hopefully Al didn't see it first.. he probably would've thrown it all out."
"I know. I don't get it Lita, I mean, do you see anything attractive in him? Cause I don't see why she's with him.. I think she has bad taste in men. I mean anyone who would willingly go out with Trips has to."
"I don't think it's so much that she has bad taste in men, I think it's just the men she happens to like, don't like you."
"They're all just jealous of my gorgeous looks." He said smugly, making her roll her eyes.
"Whatever you say, Chris."
He was about to reaffirm his statement when the door suddenly swung open, startling both of them. He quickly stood up, on his guard since he knew there were fifteen other guys who wanted a shot at him on Taboo Tuesday.
"Relax, it's just me." Randy said, looking at him curiously. Chris eased and rolled his eyes, before sitting back down next to Lita.
"How many times have I told you not to come barging into my locker room like that?"
"You do it all the time to me!"
"Oh come on Rundo, get over yourself. It's always gotta be about you."
"Hey man, you're not one to talk!"
"Guys," Lita said, cutting them off before they wasted the entire night arguing, "Knock it off already. What'd you get Randy?"
"Everything." The younger man said arrogantly. "It only took about an hour or two, but I got it."
"Whoa whoa whoa," Chris cut in. "You went to talk to Trish today, and not only did she trust you, but she also told you everything?"
"That's right."
"No way," The Canadian scoffed. "There's no way Trish Stratus would open up to anyone that fast."
"Well what can I say? I have a way with women.. plus she's never had a guy like me go after her."
"Well, I guess you're right.. hey, wait a minute.." Chris said, scowling.
"You owe me twenty bucks, Jericho."
"Twenty bucks? For what?"
"You said I couldn't do it, and I did it, and you put twenty bucks on the line.. so pay up."
"I wasn't serious, dumbass! I was saying it to make a point! Look at what it did to you, it inspired you to do it right."
"Whatever." Randy said, shaking his head. "Well, you guys want to hear what I found out or what?"
"Hmmm." Lita said, looking at Chris as she tapped her chin. "I don't know, do we?"
"I don't know." The older man said, a blank look on his face. "He might be making everything up. Why would I want to know what that group is really up to? They've only screwed over my chances with Stephanie every single time."
"You guys suck." Randy said, scowling, and turned to leave.
"Junior you better sit your ass down and tell us everything she told you!" Chris shouted, glaring at Randy who met his gaze with a smirk.
"And here I thought you'd never ask."
"Dude, you're always getting clocked by Batista."
"Shut up." Chris groaned, covering his eyes with one hand while Randy held onto his other arm as the two walked backstage after their match. "Where the hell were you anyways?"
"I was on the outside."
"Nice place to be." The Canadian mumbled sarcastically.
"Chris?"
He lowered his hand to see Stephanie standing in front of him, then nodded for Randy to let go. The younger man smiled and nodded to the younger McMahon, before turning and walking away.
Not without some backward glances, of course.
Chris and Stephanie stood there for a few moments, an awkward silence between them. She was waiting for him to make one of his smart comments, but when it never came, she took the initiative.
"So.. are you okay? I saw you take another one of those shots from Batista."
"I'll live." He said evenly, rubbing the back of his head.
"That's good."
"Yeah."
"Got your flowers and the poem.."
"I'm glad."
Another awkward silence.
"So.." They said at the same time. She forced a laugh while he looked down, suddenly finding the floor very intriguing. Stephanie sighed.
"I'm sorry Chris." She said, making him look up.
"About what?"
"Last week."
He just shrugged, making her narrow her eyes at him.
"Don't you care?" She demanded, trying not to get frustrated with him. He matched her gaze and frowned a little.
"Maybe I should be asking you that question."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't know what you want. All you know how to do is play games." He stated calmly.
"That is not true! I do know what I want, and I do NOT play games with people."
"So I guess I'm the special exception, huh? How flattering." He sneered, then turned and started walking away. She watched him in shock, and as much as she wanted to drop it, she couldn't.
He heard her coming, and couldn't help but smirk. He took a deep breath as he stopped walking, running a hand through his hair and wiping the smirk off his face, replacing it with an even look as he turned to face her.
"Forgot something?"
"What is your problem, Chris Jericho? I'm trying to be cordial, and this is the attitude you're giving me? You have some nerve --"
"Let me stop you right there Princess." He said, taking a step towards her. "First of all, I've made it very.. very clear what I wanted. But you want to dance around it, and then pin it all back on me? Let's get one thing straight, sweetcheeks. If I knew you were a lost cause, I wouldn't be trying."
"I absolutely hate when you look at me like some prize you can just win! What is it that you want, Jericho? You want to show me off to your friends, show them your latest catch? Is that why you've been --"
She squealed as he grabbed her around the waist and practically hauled her against him. He leaned in like he was going to kiss her, but stopped with only centimeters between their lips. His smirk crept back on his face as she glared at him.
"What I want is for you to just admit that you want me. Uncomplicate my life and just admit it. You want me.." He said, lowering his gaze to her lips.
"Chris," She said, looking around as people walked past. "Not here."
He raised his eyebrow. "I've kissed you in front of millions, I don't think they'd mind much here."
"Well that depends on who you ask, now doesn't it?" An irritated voice said behind him.
"You know something," Chris said, letting go of Stephanie, who frowned at him. He turned and looked at Al knowingly. "You have some pretty damn good timing."
"I do, huh?" Al said sarcastically, walking purposely around him to where Stephanie was standing and wrapping his arm around her waist. "I must say Jericho, maybe Batista knocked you back to your senses, because I just so happen to agree."
"But you know what?"
"What?"
"Mine's better." The Canadian added with a smirk. He winked at Stephanie, to Al's chagrin, before walking away.
"I can't believe you're actually friends with that guy." Al snorted, shaking his head. Stephanie just watched as he walked away.
"There was something different about him tonight."
"What was that? Did he actually act civil?"
"It wasn't really that.. I know there was something different, like something was up, just can't put my finger on it.."
The Next Week..
"You had better be right about this, kid."
"Of course I'm right. When this is all over, you'll be thanking me."
"He should be thanking me too, this wouldn't have been possible without my original idea."
"I'll only thank the two of you is this actually works, okay? And let me tell you this is a very far fetch."
"What's the matter Jericho? You were the one that used to come up with these kind of plans, and now you're growing all soft. Toughen up man."
"Don't you tell me anything about toughening up, Rundo!"
"He's right, Chris. Now's not the time to lose your nerve. All you have to do is do this right, and you'll be home free."
"I am not losing my nerve! Give me that!"
"Hey man, I was looking at that!"
"Boo hoo, Wandy lost his wil' booklet. What are you gonna do about it, assclown?"
"Jackass!"
"Idiot!"
"Would you guys just get on with it?! I swear the two of you act like little kids!"
"Fine, fine. You got everything Rundo?"
"Got it all."
"You know what you're doing, Lita?"
"Yes I do."
"Let's get to it then."
"Why do we need two people to do this?"
"I don't trust you to handle such a big responsibility."
".. Well that's good to know."
Chris rolled his eyes as Lita came out of Stephanie's dressing room. She walked past the two wrestlers leaning back against the wall by Chris' locker room, tapping her ear and not looking at them once.
"That's the sign." The younger man whispered, as Chris smirked.
"You first, kid."
Randy got up and very casually strolled over to Stephanie's locker room. He knocked once, and when there was no answer, nonchalantly let himself in. Chris looked around; no one had even noticed.
Randy looked around the empty dressing room, before finding what he was looking for. He walked over to the first door he saw, opening it to find the bathroom. He frowned and closed it, then turned and bumped right into Chris.
"Watch where you're going!" Chris hissed.
"I didn't even hear you come in!"
"Stealth, a noun. Something legend killer Randy Orton knows nothing about." The Canadian said, rolling his eyes. "Did you find it?"
"Well it's obviously not this door."
"Obviously." Chris snorted, before walking around Stephanie's desk to the opposite side of the dressing room. "You know, for having such a secretarial job, this girl has a huge dressing room."
"Well, this girl is still Vince's only daughter."
"She's such a spoiled brat." The older man said in disgust.
"Yet you love her anyways."
Chris froze as soon as the words were out of Randy's mouth, before slowly turning back to face him.
"What did you just say?"
"I said, you still --"
"I heard what you said!" The Canadian snapped, scowling at him. "And don't say it again."
"Geez, getting all defensive.." Randy trailed, the amusement obvious in his voice.
"Just shut up. Bad enough you're already wasting my oxygen." Chris mumbled, before turning to face yet another door. He opened it, smirking as Randy went over to where he was standing and took a look inside.
"Bingo."
"Where in the hell is he?!" Trish snarled, stomping down the hallway with Christian and Tomko close behind. "He was supposed to be here by now!"
"Relax, there was a crapload of traffic on the way here, maybe he just got stuck." Christian tried to reason.
"He is twenty minutes late!" She growled, before catching sight of a familiar redhead. "Guys guys, look."
Lita had her cell phone out, sending a text message, knowing that she was being watched. After having sent the message, she looked up, not surprised to see the gang approach her, with Trish leading.
"Hi sweetie, how have you been?" Trish asked, in mock concern. "How are things at home?"
"It's not like you care." Lita answered evenly. Trish burst out laughing and nodded.
"Damn, you got me. You're right, I don't care."
"That's always nice to know." The redhead said sarcastically.
"You know what you need Lita?"
"What's that?"
"A date with someone new. Oh wait, that's right.. you're married. Well, there went that idea.. guess you should just take up your issues with that husband of yours.. I'm sure he'll take good care of you."
"Hey, look, there he is." Christian cut in, nudging Trish and pointing. "He must've just gotten here."
"Nice talking to you." Trish said with a fake smile as she went over in the direction that Christian had pointed, Christian and Tomko right on her heels. Lita watched them, before pulling out her phone again.
"Where the hell have you been?" Trish demanded, as she followed Al, who barged into the dressing room he was sharing with Stephanie.
"Stephanie made me stop by the store. It couldn't be helped."
"Hey, you guys have a big room, it's bigger than mine." Christian said, frowning as he looked around.
"Perks for dating the boss's daughter, I guess."
"So what's going on?"
"Jericho is getting on my damn nerves! He's trying to screw up everything for me!" Al snarled, angrily plopping down on the black leather sofa in the room. He sighed loudly as he leaned his head back. "He just won't leave her the hell alone."
"So you can't keep your girl in check, and you turn once again to us." Christian said, snorting. "Let me make one thing straight with you, buddy.. we didn't mind helping you take out Jericho before, but that was when he was Intercontinental champion.. which he isn't anymore. So.." He shrugged, before smirking. "I really don't see what's in this for us anymore."
"I thought you guys said you hated him!"
"Well, we're not best friends anymore, that's for sure. But still, you need to give me a damn good reason for putting any more effort into Jericho when I'm wasting time that could be invested in one Shelton Benjamin.. as of right now, he's the one who I want. Jericho can go hook up with Linda McMahon herself if he wanted to and I wouldn't care!"
"He's the one who screwed you over in that cage match back in the day! You said you wouldn't let him get away with that, remember?"
"Guys, just hang on, okay?" Trish said, taking a seat next to Al. "Okay.. let's say, Chris does finally hook up with Stephanie. Are you really going to be heartbroken? Or is it your wallet that's going to be hurting?"
"Yeah, it's not like you actually love her or anything." Tomko said quietly but firmly as he crossed his arms over his chest. "So who cares if they get together?"
"He obviously cares, and so do I." Trish snapped.
"Well, we all know you're still whipped for Jericho," Christian said, snickering as she gave him a look that could have melted lead, before turning back to Al, "But what's your excuse? You said it yourself that you didn't care for her, so why are you hounding us to help you hang on to her? You're wasting your time, dude."
"Love is a very naiive concept, only the foolish really believe in love. And I do care to stay with her.. she's one of the most powerful women I know, don't you idiots know what it would mean to join her family? I'd be set for life.. but here comes Romeo Jericho and wants to ruin everything."
"Well, I still don't see what's in it for me and Tomko if we help you guys out."
Al raised an eyebrow, and tapped his chin. He leaned forward and rubbed his hands, before finally looking back up at Christian.
"If you guys help me keep Jericho the hell away from Stephanie long enough for me to pop the question, I'll make sure to put a word in for you guys with the future father-in-law."
"That is wrong on so many levels.. I love it!" Christian said, laughing and high fiving Al. "Now that's a bargain."
"Have you guys seen Jericho around tonight?"
"No, I don't think he's here."
"Hey, I had a long talk with Randy last week. He's not so bad." Trish said, shrugging. "He's actually got a real mean streak in him."
"Uh, hello, he was with Evolution." Christian said, snickering as he looked at Tomko.
"Uh, hello, he's not with them anymore. I didn't know if he had lost it or not, especially hanging out so much with Jericho."
"They hang out all the time though, so that doesn't make sense." Al said, confused.
"He's just using him. He told me that.. he also asked me out.."
"And what did you say?" Christian demanded, more defensively than anything.
"I said yes of course. That'll make Jericho jealous." She said, smirking as she just pictured the look on Chris's face when he saw her hanging off of Randy's arm.
"Well listen guys, I have to go buy Stephanie some damn lotion before she gets here, otherwise she'll be bitching about it all night." Al said, finally standing. "We can talk more later -- what was that?" He said, looking around the room.
"What was what?" Christian asked, looking around as well.
The group quieted down, but all was silent. Trish gave Al a strange look.
"I thought I heard something." He said, before shrugging. "Must've been just me."
"Yeah, this stuff is getting to you."
"No kidding."
Chris waited for a few moments after the door had closed, before finally letting out the breath he had been holding. Scowling, he turned and smacked Randy on the back of his head.
"Hey!" The younger man cried out indignantly, dropping the tape player he had been holding and rubbing the back of his head with one hand. "What the hell was that for?!"
"For stopping the damn tape player before they were gone! We could've been busted!"
"Well excuse me if my finger slipped! It's not like you were much help, sitting there text messaging Stephanie!"
"At least I was doing it quietly junior! You almost blew our cover!"
"Oh who cares, they're gone now, geez."
"Yes, they're gone. Looks like Trish slipped in telling you she was meeting up with these guys today, huh?"
"Yeah, she's not so bright. Total airhead.. had her in the palm of my hands, you should've seen her."
"I did see junior, I was right there.. I cannot believe you actually agreed to go out with her." He said in disgust, sitting back and pulling out his phone to check for the latest text message from Stephanie.
"Oh who cares.. it's not like I'm really going to go out with her anyways. Let's get out of here now, I'm feeling claustrophobic."
"So open the door." Chris said absent-mindedly, as he texted Stephanie back. Randy rolled his eyes, and slowly stood up, before trying to open the door.
Only to find it was locked.
Had there been more lighting in the closet, Chris would have probably seen Randy visibly pale. Instead, having only the light given off by his cell to go by, he shot him an irritated look, before standing as well.
"Today, Rundo." He said, annoyed.
"Uh.. it's kinda locked.."
"What do you mean it's locked?!" Chris snarled angrily, before shoving Randy out of the way. It was more of an attempt, since there was only so much space in the closet. He grabbed the doorknob and attempted to push the door open, but it wouldn't give.
"You idiot!" Chris hissed as he turned and glared at Randy. At least, in the general direction Randy was at. "Why didn't you check the damn door?"
"Dude, you were the one who found it!"
"How the hell are we supposed to get out of here now?"
"Hey, where's the tape player?"
"Lord help me Randy Orton, if you lost that tape player, I swear.."
"No, it's right here, I got it."
"Rewind it and play some of it back, just to make sure it works."
"It's not rewinding.. I think it has a scratch on it actually."
"Damn it Rundo!" Chris snarled. "Why are you dropping my stuff?"
"Well I wouldn't have dropped it if you wouldn't have hit me!"
"I wouldn't have hit you if you wouldn't have been stupid and stopped it too soon!"
Meanwhile, Stephanie had been amusing herself as she made her way to her dressing room by reading the text message exchanges with Chris. They went something like this:
Inbox 1: Why must we always be interrupted? Do you purposely tell al to show up or something
Sent 1: First off there was nothing to interrupt and 2nd i do not
Inbox 2: So have you figured it out yet?
Sent 2: Figured what out?
Inbox 3: What it is that you want
Sent 3: I want some coffee right about now actually
Inbox 4: Lol nice change of subject princess.. not smooth but nice
Sent 4: Because you're always smooth right
Inbox 5: You know it baby.. Al cant touch this :P
She snickered at the last one and stopped by a table to pick up a bottle of water. She looked over at a familiar looking redhead sitting by the table and reading a magazine, before smiling.
"Lita, hi."
Lita immediately looked up, a look of shock crossing her face and then being replaced by a friendly smile.
"Stephanie, it's been a while." She said, standing up and extending her hand. The McMahon took it and snickered.
"Yes it has been.. how have you been?"
"Oh, about as good as I could be with these circumstances."
"Yeah, that has to be tough."
"It is.. but anyways, where are you heading right now? Have some big meeting to get to or something?" Lita asked, forcing a laugh.
"No, just going to my dressing room and maybe get some work done."
"Oh okay.."
"Yeah, but it's been real good talking to you." They shook hands again. "Be careful."
"You too. Take care." Lita said. As soon as Stephanie was gone, she sat back down and immediately pulled out her cell phone.
Chris felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, but didn't care anymore to hear Stephanie's response. Not at that moment anyways.
He was too busy arguing with Randy to check. Had he checked, he would've realized that it wasn't Stephanie at all.
"That tape player is expensive! You better not have broken it!"
"I did not break it." Randy said, to no avail as Chris snatched it from his hand.
"Moron, now I have to figure it out!"
They were so caught up in arguing that neither of them heard the door to the dressing room open as Stephanie walked in. She yawned and dropped her bag on the sofa, and was about to take out paperwork that still had to be read over and signed when she heard strange noises coming from the closet. She quieted down and approached the door cautiously.
"You idiot, you broke it!"
"I can fix it! I've fixed these things before! It's nothing I haven't seen, come on, give it back."
"You can't fix it, you'll just ruin it again! I can fix it myself, it's my equipment!"
"Fine, just let me feel it. Maybe I can tell what's wrong with it.. ah see, here's another scratch."
"Where?"
"Here. You feel it? It's not that big but it's still there."
"You know what, I don't even care anymore. So long as it's still in one piece and still works."
"Maybe if you press here it'll work.."
Chris watched as Randy pressed the eject button, and the tape door opened. He rolled his eyes as Randy closed it again.. though he caught Chris' finger in the process.
"OW!" The Canadian yelped, immediately pulling his finger free and sucking on it.
"Sorry.. that was an accident.. oh here we go."
Chris looked down and heard the familiar whirring noise as the tape began to rewind.
"It's about time you got it going." The Canadian mumbled, shaking his hand off as Randy took the tape player back.
"I told you I knew how to work these things. Hey man, this thing is kind of hot though. Feel it?" He said, handing it out to Chris, who waved it off.
"That's because you overworked it you moron."
Stephanie, having heard the entire conversation but in the wrong kind of context, had heard enough and used her key to unlock the door. She swung the door open, only to find Randy standing there holding a tape player and Chris next to him, holding his finger.
"Please tell me what you guys have been doing in here." She said, slightly amused by the looks of surprise on their faces.
"First let me get the hell out of here, I was about to go crazy in there." Randy mumbled, handing Chris the tape player and walking out of the closet, and then out of the dressing room altogether. Stephanie watched him leave, then turned back to Chris.
"Can you please tell me what you're doing hiding in my closet with Randy Orton?"
He snickered and simply handed over the tape player to her.
"I cannot believe this.."
"Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so Princess." Chris said, as he sat on the edge of her desk.
He watched as her eyes darkened, before her bitchy look came back to her face while she paced back and forth in the dressing room. He smirked, hopping off the desk.
"That asshole.. I cannot believe I didn't see this sooner.."
"He's been using you."
"Unbelievable! Who in the hell does he think he is? And here I was concerned with not leaving him for.."
"For who?" Chris mumbled, stopping her pacing as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pulled her close against him, kissing the side of her neck.
"For this one guy I know.." She said, his kisses dazing her.
"I guess I'll just have to kill him." He said, as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Chris, I think I know what I want."
"What's that?" He asked, licking his lips. "Some Vitamin C, perhaps?"
"Revenge." She said, an evil gleam in her eyes as she smirked.
"Payback's gonna be a bitch then.. between the four of us, we can take them on."
"Who else is in?"
"It's me, you, Lita, and Rundo. It couldn't be helped. You really have no idea how hard to get you are. I mean, first it was just me and Lita, but then --"
"Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
And for once, he had no problem complying.