Title: The Adventures of ATM and SUCK IT!
Author: Kaykyaka
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used within this fictional story. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made by this work of fiction.
Ratings: K+
Characters: Lita, Trish Stratus, Melina, Edge, Nitro, Carlito, Shelton Benjamin, Randy Orton, DX, Stephanie McMahon, The Rock and Chris Jericho
Summary: DX antics or demonic destruction? The angelic trio of ATM tries to figure out what's up with Shawn and Hunter.
Author's Note: Not all heroes wear capes or shoot stuff out of their wrists.
Seven - Duality
Downtown Los Angeles at the Ritz-Carlton hotel:
Chris Jericho was screaming at the TV in total disbelief. The Rock was on a talk show talking about how Chris Jericho was just trying to follow his career from the ring into acting. Chris raked his hair back trying to make sense of what he was seeing; The Rock looked so cold like he didn't have a soul or something. This man was supposed to be his friend and he had always been supportive of his decision to leave the WWE and try acting, the whole thing totally blew Chris' mind he couldn't believe it. Finally Chris snatched the remote from off the arm chair and changed the channel. He threw the remote angrily across the room and collapsed into the armchair throwing his head back and breathing deeply. He had already left seven angry messages on Rocky's voicemail and The Rock hadn't gotten back to him. Trish Stratus was the only other person who knew The Rock as well as he did and maybe could explain why he would do such a thing but she wasn't answering her phone either.
Chris exhaled and decided to let his mind cool off for a sec and watch some music videos. He huffed as Slipknot's 'Duality' blasted through the television and it was hardly appeasing him because that's exactly what was happening to him: he was seeing two different sides of a man he used to call his friend. Angered anew Chris picked up his cell-phone again and redialed Trish's number then the lights in the room went out. Chris looked up and figured the bulb in the chandelier had blown but the music was inspiring him to ignore everything else and get this thing will Rocky sorted out.
"She can't help you," said a voice from out of the dark and Chris turned to see if he could identify it but he couldn't see anything. He closed his cell-phone and decided to call maintenance and get the light switched back on.
"He's still holding you back isn't he Jericho?" said the voice again. Chris recognized the voice but it was impossible for it to be who he thought it was.
"Corey?" he asked doubting himself.
"Yeah?" came the response and Jericho looked at the TV and the music video was a little different from how he remembered it. First of all there was no music playing, all the band members from Slipknot were missing and Corey was dead center staring straight at Jericho. His mask was worn and eroding like it always was and Jericho figured Fozzy were playing a trick on him thinking they had already told Corey what to say. Jericho put down the phone and smirked at the TV screen.
"If you're so clever tell me what I'm wearing?" he asked folding his arms since he had changed his clothes the last time they saw him.
"You changed clothes didn't you? You're wearing your black t shirt with all the graffiti on it and your stone wash jeans," Corey answered and Jericho almost lost consciousness.
"How – how did you know that?" Jericho stuttered backing away from the TV.
"You've always been a stylish man Chris, it's what people like about you, now The Rock wants to come and steal your time in the sun -again," Corey said.
Jericho started looking around the room for wires anything to indicate that he was being punked.
"You think The Rock's your friend? Friends don't go on national TV and diss each other, do they?" Corey said.
Jericho stared at the TV in disbelief.
"You're not real," he said and reached behind the TV and pulled out the cable. Jericho breathed a sigh of relief and decided to call Fozzy and let them know what happened.
"I can make things better Chris, just turn the TV back on and listen to me," Chris stared at the phone and dropped it. He ran for the door but stumbled in the darkness and fell over a footstool. He clutched his ankle and rolled onto his back, it had been awhile since he'd taken a bump. The TV clicked back on and the horrible mask worn by the lead singer of Slipknot appeared captivating Chris once again. Jericho began to panic and he scrambled for his cell-phone again.
"Who you gonna call?" Corey asked, "Ghostbusters? Just listen to me I want to help you,"
Chris shook his head furiously, "You don't wanna help me you're a demon from Hell!"
"Okay you don't want my help I'll go away right now and The Rock will spit all over your career outside of the ring just like he did inside of the ring. Wanna change things, wanna succeed for a change? Turn me back on," Corey said and the TV went blank.
Chris sat in the dark with his cell-phone pressed to his ear waiting for Trish to answer the phone, hoping that she would talk to him, tell him good stuff about The Rock and prevent him out of doing something he'd regret for the rest of his life.
"Come on pick up the phone – Trish?" he asked as someone answered.
"No Melina, Trish isn't answering her phone at the moment can I pass a message on to her?" Melina asked looked at the seething diva on the other side of the car.
"No Melina I really need to speak to her," Chris insisted.
"Chris, Chris Jericho? Oh this is so cool, first The Rock and now you!" Melina buzzed excited.
"The Rock?" Chris asked curiously, "What's The Rock doing in Connecticut?"
"Seeing Stephanie," Melina answered.
"Stephanie McMahon?" Chris asked his curiosity peaking.
"Yeah, he sure is sexy!" Melina cooed and Trish had enough of her going on and on about The Rock and motioned for Melina to pass her the phone.
"Not as sexy as me," Chris countered his temper flaring all of a sudden, "I'm a sexy beast baby!" he yelled and threw his cell-phone across the room. There was only one reason The Rock would want to see Stephanie McMahon and that was to get back in the ring. Well if it was a fight he wanted it was a fight he was gonna get, this time would be the last time he would ever have to fight for his respect. He would put The Rock out of commission for good. Angry eyes focused on the television set and Chris picked up the remote from where it had landed and turned it back on. The mask of Corey flashed up and Chris sat directly in front of him, "I'm listening," he said his eyes narrowing darkly, "What do I have to do?"
"Turn me up," Corey replied and Hunter stood in the background rubbing his chin satisfied with how well things were going on his side of things.
Meanwhile at LAX Airport:
"I really wish you'd reconsider Rocky," The Rock's manager said from his office in Los Angeles, "You're leg's not 100 percent and you've got a huge promotional tour for your movie to do!"
"I know that but I can't relax knowing something's wrong with Stephanie and I didn't go and see her, her family's done way too much for me to treat her like that," The Rock answered walking through the lobby of the airport.
"Where you staying at Steph's?" his manager asked.
"No I don't think Trips would appreciate that what with the baby and everything, plus me being so damn sexy, so I better play it safe and check into a hotel," The Rock bragged with a big smile for the receptionist, "Hey mama," he said and she reciprocated with a wink.
"You know RAW just had a show in Bridgeport maybe you could stay there," his manager said looking over Rock's schedule, "Just don't stay too long okay?"
"Relax you'll live longer," Rock answered and was about to pocket his cell-phone when he noticed his had several voice messages.
"Sir you'll need to put that in here," said the security lady as The Rock was about to check his messages. Rocky threw his phone into the basket with his keys reluctantly, "Alright but you should know that my wife could have called to say that she was pregnant," he said.
"You think she could be?" the security guard asked raising her eyebrow.
"Well it wouldn't surprise me with the way we've been going at it," The Rock replied and the lady put her hand over her heart in shock and started laughing along with the passengers waiting behind The People's Champion. The Rock waved at his fans, he sure did miss being in front of a live audience, maybe he'd talk to Stephanie about working a program with him and another budding actor. He wondered what the King of the World was doing these days, it was always an honor to get in the ring with Jericho, and maybe they could lock it up one last time he thought hopefully. His desired opponent was thinking the same thing from the back of the queue, only there was no ring or storyline necessary for what Chris Jericho had in mind: it would be the final encounter between two of the greatest WWE Superstars of all time.
