Post by Roddy Piper on May 22, 2009 17:09:41 GMT
An alteceration between two superstars, Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho which has been ongoing for several months, seeing such things as Shawn's shocking turn to the Heel Faction, TDO and the subsequently brutal beatdown on his old nemesis...
"Has anyone seen Jericho?"
The motley of backstage workers raised their heads from what they were doing for a moment to take in the sight of a rather harassed-looking Todd Grisham trundling down the corridor their way, a red-capped cameraman trailing just behind him tangled up in the wires.
"Has ANYONE here seen Chris Jericho?"
The babyfaced interviewer pleaded once more insistently and watched with some resignation the number of heads that shook.
"At all?"
Same reply.
"Does anyone at least know where I can find him then? Lockers, catering, office, boiler room, ICU, anywhere?"
Same reply.
Todd let out a long, rattling sigh as he motioned for them to get back to work.
So much for getting an early headstart on the interviews.
"You sure he's slated for tonight, man?"
The cameraman murmured after tripping over one of the many tangled wires he was totting alongside his prized videocam.
"Of course I'm sure, you dolt."
The interviewer uncharacteristically snapped as he whipped left and right, hoping to get a glimpse of his quarry.
Heaven help him understand why he took this job in the first place.
"He's on the damn matchcard!"
They started to stalk off in another direction when one of the older workers passed by rather close to Todd, whispered "If I were you, I would try the coffee pot." with a knowing wink.
Todd raised an eyebrow incredulously at the statement, gaze trailing the man until he dissapeared behind a wall.
"Well, it's worth a shot."
The cameraman said quietly as Todd mumbled incoherencies under his breath, massaged his temples and said with a hint of defeat "Fine..."
He went one direction, but the cameraman didn't follow.
Merely scratched his head and said meekly as he pointed in the opposite direction, "I think it's that way, Mr.Grisham."
"Screw this."
Came the bark as Todd stormed in right direction and grabbed the cameraman's collar as he passed by.
"Come on!"
"HEY!!"
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"We've been here for at least ten minutes."
Todd groused as he looked at his wristwatch for the upteenth time.
The cameraman however, seemed at ease as he dug into a bag of peanuts.
Several wrestlers had come and go where they waited now.
However, none was the one they had been assigned to, and in his mind he was already imagining the sort of mental torture that Shane would bestow on him upon finding out there wouldn't be an interview.
"He'll be here."
The Cameraman said cheerfully.
"Your optimism is refreshing, really."
Todd sarcastically muttered, watching as the last cup of coffee sat untouched on the catering table.
Not like anyone was picking it up anytime soon.
Besides, he needed the caffeine fix.
He shrugged, reached out for it when he felt a hand clap his shoulder and turned around to stare into a face that made him stop breathing for a second or two.
"Is that the sound of you pissing your pants Todd, or are you just really happy to see me? Nice suit by the way. Goes really well with those shoes you won off Willy Wonka's raffle sale."
The voice quipped as a figure came into the light, a small smirk on his face.
The tell-tale healing scars and a patch over his brow told of some horrendous injuries not too long ago.
Nonetheless, the look on his face told onlookers that he was feeling right as rain.
"Ooh, and I believe that's mine."
He said as he swat Todd's hand aside gently to make a grab for the cup."
"Chris Jericho!"
Todd exclaimed gladly after regaining half of his senses which had shut down.
"Todd Grisham, an interview if you please? I won't take much of your t----"
"And I think you took five seconds too much of it already Todd, so I tell you what."
Chris purred as he slung an arm over the interviewer's shoulder.
"How about I get a drink, you wait outside my locker room and then we can talk about whatever it is you have in mind, hmm?"
"Well I---"
"Excellent! I'll see you boys in a few minutes. Now hit the BRICKS, Juniors."
The Canadian cut Todd off, grabbing the cameraman and shoving both individuals towards the locker room area nonchalantly.
Chuckled a little and chewed on a butter tart he swiped off the table as he watched them slink off.
He turned towards the catering area once more, mused over something for a moment, then made a grab for the last cup of coffee.
His hand had barely curled around it that another shot out of nowhere to claim it as well.
"What the...."
Chris muttered, wondering who on earth had the audacity to...
He looked up to see the man's face.
At first it was shock that was written all over his features, but it slowly changed into realisation and then, a sort of quiet mocking.
"We just have to keep bumping into one another everywhere we go, don't we, Warhorse?"
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He had just finished his chores in ring of disbaning his stable - The Devil's Own . He wasn't happy when he was heading back to his locker room. He just wanted to shut himself and forget about the rest of the incident.
But then ,he noticed some commotion going on in the catering area , and decided to check it out . The crowd and camera crew were starting to disperse –but he smelled a rat STILL lingering in that area.
He pushed through the crowd… half cursing why the corridor leading towards the catering area had to be so narrow and crowded . and finally … he spotted him!
There the rookie was , enjoying his butter cookie and a cup of coffee. At first ,the rookie was oblivious that the Showstopper’s was attacking him-. He thought he gained an upper hand as he dashed towards the rookie like a tiger preying on an unsuspecting victim , but the rookie turned his head and spotted him!
Not only that , the rookie WASN”T even attempting to run from him just like the backstage brawl the had long ago . He easily caught hold him by the collar of his t shirt , his other hand waved frantically at the rookie’s face – ensuring he was not being blind for being such a blatant target .
SHAWN MICHEALS
HI ! You know what ? I was just chatting with the audiences about you Jerkhole . You just missed the party . Tell me , Why ? Why do you seem to pop up magically wherever I go ? Aren't you tired being my shadow ?
The Rookie merely smirked at his remark. He nonchalantly put down his butter cake and coffee on a nearby table . After doing so , he attempted to pry the strong grip that the showstopper had on the collar of his T – shirt.
CHRIS
Pop wherever you go? Shawn, do I look like I have the GODdamn TIME to go around googling your name, Company databases and go signing up there just so I can stalk your wrinkly a@#$#$?
SHAWN MICHEALS
You are not known as a jerkhole for nothing . You LOVE nosing yourself into other peoples affair . Hello - Batista Ric Flair angle ? I wouldn’t be surprised thatyou hunt me down in every f#$#$ single GODdamn wrestling industry in the world . Congratulations . You finally got me . I'm here!I took the liberty to find you and have a chit chat instead.
CHRIS
You’re a@# is so far down down the abyss even I can't reel it up and nose into it anymore.I have better things to keep myself occupied with, namely working out it in the ring. But you get in my way, Cowboy, I might just reconsider live and let live.
The rookie was so persistent in prying open the Showstopper's grip on the collar of his t shirt, that the showstopper finally had to let go of him. He managed to shove the showstopper away ,then dusted his t shirt like he just been touched by someone that contracted leprosy , before he turn his attention back to his coffee and buttercake.
SHAWN MICHEALS
OH... Why should i ? I already proven I am better than you at master plan . I won the gold FAIR and SQUARE . Present it to my wife before it was put on vacancy. Chris - don't you see? It is OVER. I’m the better man.
CHRIS
Fine ,GO enjoy your newfound freedom. Indulge in a little faggotry with your clique of borderline retards. See if I give a f@#$#$ rat's ass.
The rookie winked as he sipped his coffee and bite on his cake , causing the Showstopper to fume with rage.it seemed like he STILL wanted the war to go on- and he had insulted the Showstopper's family.
SHAWN MICHEALS
Watch your a@#@#@ and that f@#$#$ing loudmouth of yours Chris - We are FAMILY .Although we are disbanded , we still look out for one another . Once Stephanie returns from leave , we will rule and shine once again.
CHRIS
J.R is right - Can't keep up as second in command because slime ball Slut Highness isnt here? Your wife would be ashamed of what you're doing to yourself in her name. Do you let your children watch you make a mockery out of your legacy? You've changed from a man who knew how to stand up for himself.
To a pathetic shell of a human being who can't decide the simplest things. You call me a lowlife worm, perhaps it's time you looked in the mirror and see who you've become for a change.
The rookie sipped more of his coffee ,The Showstopper couldn’t take the insult thrown at him any longer . Fist clenched , he charged towards his arch nemesis , trying to land a punch on the loudmouth.
SHAWN MICHEALS
You ain't doing any good either Jerkhole . I think you are the real reason that Styles quitted this company . Pity that younger. He can't stand hanging out with a slimeball -bottom feeding lowlife like you ! The rest of your cum buddies like Rocky and Cena ARE quitters who have no heart for the business. I guess you are no different . You would probably quit too if you had somewhere else which would take in your sorry a@#@#
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His casual expression suddenly distorted into fury.
Righetous fury.
The kind that kicked up the temperature of the room up at least three notches and Shawn felt as though he was staring into the eyes of a dormant lion awoken.
And angry.
"You bring up his name up again like that, Michaels, I'll make it my personal mission to see that your only trip out of this place tonight would be to the downtown ICU. What does it matter to you if he's found a calling elsewhere? That's rich coming from a guy who left the industry in 1998 to 'find his smile'. That kid has more honor in his little finger than you do as a man, it's just too bad you can't see that really. Like you and your little frat party, he made a choice to join a 'slimeball, bottom feeding lowlife'. Unlike you, he actually had the balls to stand up to me when I did shit. Call them quitters. Go ahead. Think you're better just because you don't have the galls to know when to back out, when to back down? People make their own choices. You make me laugh seriously. Always needing to see the faults in other so you can feel better about being a failure yourself."
The fist that was barely and inch away from is face, but the sight hardly fazed him at all as he used his free hand to slowly push it aside and push himself up.
"I walk out of this place when I want to Shawn---there are a million and one things I can think of doing out there when the time comes. I don't need you dictating that to me, thanks."
"Please."
Came the dubious snort as Shawn bared his teeth at the younger man eyeing every move with suspicion as a mongoose would the dance of a cobra.
Last time they had met, the man was a forked-tongued snake.
He didn't see why that should change ust because they were in a new enviroment.
"That's just your way of saying you'd quit at the very chance it shows itself, Chris. Don't think you can fool me----you're no different from those louts, quitting for what? Showbiz! Better offers! Your 'heart' for the bussiness disgusts me, honestly...and you call yourselves wrestlers.You have no idea how much I hate quitters like this, do you Chris? That's exactly why I screwed Bret Hart, and you know what else? I'm PROUD of it."
"Shawn."
Chris quipped, poker face in play.
A knowing smile crept up his features and his eyes narrowed in realisation as he watched Shawn over the rim of his coffee cup.
"Just because you fail at everything else in life other then the squared circle doesn't mean you have to blow your cock if someone else finds another calling while they still have their 'O' rings intact."
"SHUT YOUR TRAP, you little blond-bleached weasel---I know your little mind games, your pathetic attempts at belittling everything I've done. I've won, that's all that matters. And you my friend have nothing."
Came the furious retort as Shawn seemed to struggle between keeping his cool or simply knocking his nemesis' teeth down that throat of his.
"See that's exactly the point, Shawn. Let's face facts here, shall we? I, have nobody. I also, happen to have nothing more to lose. You want to beat the unholy crap out of me after all you've already done to me before this? Go ahead, seriously. I'm daring you to make my day and give me the very chance I'm looking for to kickstart what I've wanted to bury a month ago. I want you to look at yourself too Shawn. Call your little fuckbuddies, your queen cunt. You think she'll be smiling right now? You think your pals will be cheering you on like some kid who won first place at a school race? Go ahead, PLEASE. Cry. Whine. Beg for your handler to come and tell you what a good little doggie you've been. You're more naieve that a man your age has the right to be---Grow up. See them for who they really are and fucking stand up for yourself. "
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SHAWN MICHEALS
STOP CRITISIZING MY FAMILY! I told u. Although we are disbanded, they WILL be there for me in time of need.
The Showstopper bellowed with rage at the rookies statement. He made a bold claim , having faith that the members of The Devil’s Own will STILL treat him as a family member and will never abandon him in time of need
CHRIS JERKO
Then show me, Shawn. Call them .I want to see just how deep this presumed loyalty runs.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
I don’t’ need to . I’m not in trouble
Chris Jerko
Then get in my way Shawn, and I'll show you your time of need.
The Showstopper shot the rookie a quizzical eye.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
You know what - I been doing a lot of thinking , and I decided want to take this risk because you are a two faced monster___
The rookie could no longer stand the insult that was thrown upon him . He cut the Showstopper's sentence short and raised his fist . The Showstopper remain nonchalant , he raised his hand into a halting sign just before the rookie striked . The Showstopper was clearly NOT done with his talk yet .Too shocked of the Showstopper's action , the rookie remain comically frozen in his about - to - land - a - punch pose for a long moment.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
Uh uh uh uh uh.... I DIDN"T say it is a bad thing , did i ? - since you are putting on THAT good face of yours for now .You are not the Jerkhole i use to know .Don't play your goodie two shoes with me buddy . I remember this attitude PERFECTLY at one night stand during our WWE tenure . You smoke pots lately or something? While this version of you may NOT last long ,Im certainly not getting in your way . This might even be the best bet for peace for our war that had gone long enough. .Now give me a handshake.
The Showstopper extended his hand - A gesture of good will in putting a stop in this never ending war. The rookie , although been insulted badly , decided to be a good sport . He smirked at the showstopper instead of replying his handshake.
Chris Jerko
Dammit , you just reminded me .The drug dealer at the street corner didn't come with his stash today. That useless douchebag -God knows I need my fix. Anyway Shawn , a handshake isn’t enough . I want you to pinky swear
SHAWN MICHEALS
WHISKEY ! TANGO ! FOXTROT ??
The Showstopper couldn’t believe his very ears as he drew back his extended hands .
He blinked at the Rookie disbelievingly,
He was at lost of words as he saw the rookie lift his hand dangerously close to his face . Pinky finger curled and ready for the unceremonious act.
Chris Jerko
Loose those censored words when you cursed like a sailor moments ago Shawn , there are no kids here. And you heard me right . Now PINKY SWEAR !
SHAWN MICHEALS
Fine . although I wonder what is the use of this childish maneuver
Very soon , both superstars were behaving like little kids as they sworn to peace and a new leave for each other in this newly revamped company.
Chris Jerko
There. Isn't that simple ? No more war . Clean slate. At least this time if you turn on your word like you turned on the People's Champ , I've got something to hold you on.
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The last word had hardly left his mouth a sucker punch laid him right out on the catering table; Chris had to remember how to breathe, spitting out the iron pang that was leaking into his mouth as Shawn pinned him where he was.
The blow had cut his lip.
It felt like staring a wrathful pagan god in the eyes and he knew he had crossed the line somehow.
"YOU THINK I WANTED THAT?"
Came the roar in his face as several catering workers quickly ran for cover.
They knew from experience than whenever these two met, it was never a pretty sight.
"YOU THINK I WANTED FOR IT TO HAPPEN? I OWE THAT MAN MY PLACE IN THIS COMPANY, CHRIS, SO DON'T YOU FOR A SECOND THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FORCED INTO THAT POSITION! I WANTED TO HELP HIM!"
Hand scrabbling around desperately as he tried to struggle himself free, Chris felt the cup of coffee he had been totting since the start of the argument, took it up and threw the contents into Shawn's face.
Although it was no longer steaming, it retained just enough heat to make the veteran bark out in pain and fly backwards, clawing at his face when it made contact with his eyes.
"AND YET YOU DIDN'T!"
The younger man yelled back, face livid as he rubbed his neck sorely where Shawn had pinned him.
"YOU DECIDED TO STAND BACK AND WATCH, SHAWN. Like you ALWAYS do!. Jesus Christ don't YOU have the best way of showing GRATITUDE!"
Shawn's vision had now cleared even as his eyes remained a little bloodshot.
The man dared to question the loyalty he had felt for the very person responsible for giving him his first title reign in the WWFR.
If looks could kill, Chris would have been buried three times over.
Rage didn't even begin to decribe what he felt now as he tackled his old nemesis, attempting to wrestle him into painful submission.
Plates, glasses clattered to the floor as the two struggled wildly through the small corridor.
"TAKE----THAT-----BACK!!!!"
Trying to keep him down however, was like wrestling a doberman with a blanket even though Chris was smaller. Next thing he knew, Chris had rammed both of them backwards into a wall, Shawn sandwiched in between and taking a brunt of the impact.
Once.
Twice
"I am NOT---"
Three times
"Taking ANYTHING back, Warhorse!"
He finally wrested out of Michael's lock, punched the veteran in the face for good measure
"Because it's HIGH TIME you looked FACTS in the FACE! You want to know the REAL reason he quit? It's because of YOUR INDECISIVENESS that he was put out with an injury. Why do you THINK he decided to pursue acting instead?! Your own COWARDICE allowed your team mate, your SUBORDINATE to tear him apart like a broken ragdoll! Shawn, you're as worthless a friend as you are a leader!"
As Shawn struggled to get up, Chris spied out of the corner of his eye a room which had a glass panel---Audio and Visuals sector, he assumed.
A wicked smile broke out on his face as he kicked Shawn in the back before the man could get up, dragged him there and placed him in a frontal headlock---one he couldn't quite fight out of.
"You know, this does look awfully familiar. I wonder where I've seen it before, really."
His drawl came soft and deadly as Shawn's eyes widened in realisation and the older man tried desperately to fight back.
"Regardless Shawn, I think I would be doing everyone a huge favour with what I'm going to do to you...right....about....now..."
He ran towards the glass panel with Shawn in tow as onlookers screamed, ducked, dove for cover, awaiting the ear-splitting sound of shattering glass that was bound to follow.
However, it never came.
Chris still had Shawn's head in his grasps; Both now standing to close to the glass the tips of their noses would have touched the reflections.
On the other side, several visuals workers had toppled out of their chairs in alarm.
"Scared ya good, didn't I?"
The look in Shawn's eyes was that of sheer shock and relief as well as Chris whistled a low tune.
And instead of pounding the older man even more, Chris opted form something he rarely did when faced with Shawn;
He threw the man aside, dusted himself and wipe away that bit of red at the corner of his mouth.
At least it had been a pretty good warmup.
"Even though I'm a certified asshole, Shawn, I pay my debts. You showed me mercy back then when you had the chance to do the same thing to me, even if 'mercy' isn't a word you're terribly familiar with nowadays. I figure since we're gonna start off with a 'new slate' as you put it, I'd just play my part to remind you of a time when you weren't such a dique."
He smirked a little and picked up another butter tart from the plate which had clattered to the floor in their fight, turned his back on the dumbstruck veteran as he started down another corridor.
"Before you think of pouncing me behind my back..,"
He said knowingly , taking a bite out of the tart even as Shawn got to his feet, ready for another scuffle.....
"Save your strength for the real fight, won't you? Looking at tonight's card, I daresay I'm not the only one you have a bone to pick with. You want to bring it, bring it where there's a ref, a timekeeper and two overweight announcers on the side."
Chris walked off as Shawn seethed behind him----not willing to let the man go, yet not willing to attack him after such an act either.
Then he threw one last glance backwards with a small, cavalier grin and said;
"I'll be waiting."
"Has anyone seen Jericho?"
The motley of backstage workers raised their heads from what they were doing for a moment to take in the sight of a rather harassed-looking Todd Grisham trundling down the corridor their way, a red-capped cameraman trailing just behind him tangled up in the wires.
"Has ANYONE here seen Chris Jericho?"
The babyfaced interviewer pleaded once more insistently and watched with some resignation the number of heads that shook.
"At all?"
Same reply.
"Does anyone at least know where I can find him then? Lockers, catering, office, boiler room, ICU, anywhere?"
Same reply.
Todd let out a long, rattling sigh as he motioned for them to get back to work.
So much for getting an early headstart on the interviews.
"You sure he's slated for tonight, man?"
The cameraman murmured after tripping over one of the many tangled wires he was totting alongside his prized videocam.
"Of course I'm sure, you dolt."
The interviewer uncharacteristically snapped as he whipped left and right, hoping to get a glimpse of his quarry.
Heaven help him understand why he took this job in the first place.
"He's on the damn matchcard!"
They started to stalk off in another direction when one of the older workers passed by rather close to Todd, whispered "If I were you, I would try the coffee pot." with a knowing wink.
Todd raised an eyebrow incredulously at the statement, gaze trailing the man until he dissapeared behind a wall.
"Well, it's worth a shot."
The cameraman said quietly as Todd mumbled incoherencies under his breath, massaged his temples and said with a hint of defeat "Fine..."
He went one direction, but the cameraman didn't follow.
Merely scratched his head and said meekly as he pointed in the opposite direction, "I think it's that way, Mr.Grisham."
"Screw this."
Came the bark as Todd stormed in right direction and grabbed the cameraman's collar as he passed by.
"Come on!"
"HEY!!"
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"We've been here for at least ten minutes."
Todd groused as he looked at his wristwatch for the upteenth time.
The cameraman however, seemed at ease as he dug into a bag of peanuts.
Several wrestlers had come and go where they waited now.
However, none was the one they had been assigned to, and in his mind he was already imagining the sort of mental torture that Shane would bestow on him upon finding out there wouldn't be an interview.
"He'll be here."
The Cameraman said cheerfully.
"Your optimism is refreshing, really."
Todd sarcastically muttered, watching as the last cup of coffee sat untouched on the catering table.
Not like anyone was picking it up anytime soon.
Besides, he needed the caffeine fix.
He shrugged, reached out for it when he felt a hand clap his shoulder and turned around to stare into a face that made him stop breathing for a second or two.
"Is that the sound of you pissing your pants Todd, or are you just really happy to see me? Nice suit by the way. Goes really well with those shoes you won off Willy Wonka's raffle sale."
The voice quipped as a figure came into the light, a small smirk on his face.
The tell-tale healing scars and a patch over his brow told of some horrendous injuries not too long ago.
Nonetheless, the look on his face told onlookers that he was feeling right as rain.
"Ooh, and I believe that's mine."
He said as he swat Todd's hand aside gently to make a grab for the cup."
"Chris Jericho!"
Todd exclaimed gladly after regaining half of his senses which had shut down.
"Todd Grisham, an interview if you please? I won't take much of your t----"
"And I think you took five seconds too much of it already Todd, so I tell you what."
Chris purred as he slung an arm over the interviewer's shoulder.
"How about I get a drink, you wait outside my locker room and then we can talk about whatever it is you have in mind, hmm?"
"Well I---"
"Excellent! I'll see you boys in a few minutes. Now hit the BRICKS, Juniors."
The Canadian cut Todd off, grabbing the cameraman and shoving both individuals towards the locker room area nonchalantly.
Chuckled a little and chewed on a butter tart he swiped off the table as he watched them slink off.
He turned towards the catering area once more, mused over something for a moment, then made a grab for the last cup of coffee.
His hand had barely curled around it that another shot out of nowhere to claim it as well.
"What the...."
Chris muttered, wondering who on earth had the audacity to...
He looked up to see the man's face.
At first it was shock that was written all over his features, but it slowly changed into realisation and then, a sort of quiet mocking.
"We just have to keep bumping into one another everywhere we go, don't we, Warhorse?"
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He had just finished his chores in ring of disbaning his stable - The Devil's Own . He wasn't happy when he was heading back to his locker room. He just wanted to shut himself and forget about the rest of the incident.
But then ,he noticed some commotion going on in the catering area , and decided to check it out . The crowd and camera crew were starting to disperse –but he smelled a rat STILL lingering in that area.
He pushed through the crowd… half cursing why the corridor leading towards the catering area had to be so narrow and crowded . and finally … he spotted him!
There the rookie was , enjoying his butter cookie and a cup of coffee. At first ,the rookie was oblivious that the Showstopper’s was attacking him-. He thought he gained an upper hand as he dashed towards the rookie like a tiger preying on an unsuspecting victim , but the rookie turned his head and spotted him!
Not only that , the rookie WASN”T even attempting to run from him just like the backstage brawl the had long ago . He easily caught hold him by the collar of his t shirt , his other hand waved frantically at the rookie’s face – ensuring he was not being blind for being such a blatant target .
SHAWN MICHEALS
HI ! You know what ? I was just chatting with the audiences about you Jerkhole . You just missed the party . Tell me , Why ? Why do you seem to pop up magically wherever I go ? Aren't you tired being my shadow ?
The Rookie merely smirked at his remark. He nonchalantly put down his butter cake and coffee on a nearby table . After doing so , he attempted to pry the strong grip that the showstopper had on the collar of his T – shirt.
CHRIS
Pop wherever you go? Shawn, do I look like I have the GODdamn TIME to go around googling your name, Company databases and go signing up there just so I can stalk your wrinkly a@#$#$?
SHAWN MICHEALS
You are not known as a jerkhole for nothing . You LOVE nosing yourself into other peoples affair . Hello - Batista Ric Flair angle ? I wouldn’t be surprised thatyou hunt me down in every f#$#$ single GODdamn wrestling industry in the world . Congratulations . You finally got me . I'm here!I took the liberty to find you and have a chit chat instead.
CHRIS
You’re a@# is so far down down the abyss even I can't reel it up and nose into it anymore.I have better things to keep myself occupied with, namely working out it in the ring. But you get in my way, Cowboy, I might just reconsider live and let live.
The rookie was so persistent in prying open the Showstopper's grip on the collar of his t shirt, that the showstopper finally had to let go of him. He managed to shove the showstopper away ,then dusted his t shirt like he just been touched by someone that contracted leprosy , before he turn his attention back to his coffee and buttercake.
SHAWN MICHEALS
OH... Why should i ? I already proven I am better than you at master plan . I won the gold FAIR and SQUARE . Present it to my wife before it was put on vacancy. Chris - don't you see? It is OVER. I’m the better man.
CHRIS
Fine ,GO enjoy your newfound freedom. Indulge in a little faggotry with your clique of borderline retards. See if I give a f@#$#$ rat's ass.
The rookie winked as he sipped his coffee and bite on his cake , causing the Showstopper to fume with rage.it seemed like he STILL wanted the war to go on- and he had insulted the Showstopper's family.
SHAWN MICHEALS
Watch your a@#@#@ and that f@#$#$ing loudmouth of yours Chris - We are FAMILY .Although we are disbanded , we still look out for one another . Once Stephanie returns from leave , we will rule and shine once again.
CHRIS
J.R is right - Can't keep up as second in command because slime ball Slut Highness isnt here? Your wife would be ashamed of what you're doing to yourself in her name. Do you let your children watch you make a mockery out of your legacy? You've changed from a man who knew how to stand up for himself.
To a pathetic shell of a human being who can't decide the simplest things. You call me a lowlife worm, perhaps it's time you looked in the mirror and see who you've become for a change.
The rookie sipped more of his coffee ,The Showstopper couldn’t take the insult thrown at him any longer . Fist clenched , he charged towards his arch nemesis , trying to land a punch on the loudmouth.
SHAWN MICHEALS
You ain't doing any good either Jerkhole . I think you are the real reason that Styles quitted this company . Pity that younger. He can't stand hanging out with a slimeball -bottom feeding lowlife like you ! The rest of your cum buddies like Rocky and Cena ARE quitters who have no heart for the business. I guess you are no different . You would probably quit too if you had somewhere else which would take in your sorry a@#@#
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His casual expression suddenly distorted into fury.
Righetous fury.
The kind that kicked up the temperature of the room up at least three notches and Shawn felt as though he was staring into the eyes of a dormant lion awoken.
And angry.
"You bring up his name up again like that, Michaels, I'll make it my personal mission to see that your only trip out of this place tonight would be to the downtown ICU. What does it matter to you if he's found a calling elsewhere? That's rich coming from a guy who left the industry in 1998 to 'find his smile'. That kid has more honor in his little finger than you do as a man, it's just too bad you can't see that really. Like you and your little frat party, he made a choice to join a 'slimeball, bottom feeding lowlife'. Unlike you, he actually had the balls to stand up to me when I did shit. Call them quitters. Go ahead. Think you're better just because you don't have the galls to know when to back out, when to back down? People make their own choices. You make me laugh seriously. Always needing to see the faults in other so you can feel better about being a failure yourself."
The fist that was barely and inch away from is face, but the sight hardly fazed him at all as he used his free hand to slowly push it aside and push himself up.
"I walk out of this place when I want to Shawn---there are a million and one things I can think of doing out there when the time comes. I don't need you dictating that to me, thanks."
"Please."
Came the dubious snort as Shawn bared his teeth at the younger man eyeing every move with suspicion as a mongoose would the dance of a cobra.
Last time they had met, the man was a forked-tongued snake.
He didn't see why that should change ust because they were in a new enviroment.
"That's just your way of saying you'd quit at the very chance it shows itself, Chris. Don't think you can fool me----you're no different from those louts, quitting for what? Showbiz! Better offers! Your 'heart' for the bussiness disgusts me, honestly...and you call yourselves wrestlers.You have no idea how much I hate quitters like this, do you Chris? That's exactly why I screwed Bret Hart, and you know what else? I'm PROUD of it."
"Shawn."
Chris quipped, poker face in play.
A knowing smile crept up his features and his eyes narrowed in realisation as he watched Shawn over the rim of his coffee cup.
"Just because you fail at everything else in life other then the squared circle doesn't mean you have to blow your cock if someone else finds another calling while they still have their 'O' rings intact."
"SHUT YOUR TRAP, you little blond-bleached weasel---I know your little mind games, your pathetic attempts at belittling everything I've done. I've won, that's all that matters. And you my friend have nothing."
Came the furious retort as Shawn seemed to struggle between keeping his cool or simply knocking his nemesis' teeth down that throat of his.
"See that's exactly the point, Shawn. Let's face facts here, shall we? I, have nobody. I also, happen to have nothing more to lose. You want to beat the unholy crap out of me after all you've already done to me before this? Go ahead, seriously. I'm daring you to make my day and give me the very chance I'm looking for to kickstart what I've wanted to bury a month ago. I want you to look at yourself too Shawn. Call your little fuckbuddies, your queen cunt. You think she'll be smiling right now? You think your pals will be cheering you on like some kid who won first place at a school race? Go ahead, PLEASE. Cry. Whine. Beg for your handler to come and tell you what a good little doggie you've been. You're more naieve that a man your age has the right to be---Grow up. See them for who they really are and fucking stand up for yourself. "
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SHAWN MICHEALS
STOP CRITISIZING MY FAMILY! I told u. Although we are disbanded, they WILL be there for me in time of need.
The Showstopper bellowed with rage at the rookies statement. He made a bold claim , having faith that the members of The Devil’s Own will STILL treat him as a family member and will never abandon him in time of need
CHRIS JERKO
Then show me, Shawn. Call them .I want to see just how deep this presumed loyalty runs.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
I don’t’ need to . I’m not in trouble
Chris Jerko
Then get in my way Shawn, and I'll show you your time of need.
The Showstopper shot the rookie a quizzical eye.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
You know what - I been doing a lot of thinking , and I decided want to take this risk because you are a two faced monster___
The rookie could no longer stand the insult that was thrown upon him . He cut the Showstopper's sentence short and raised his fist . The Showstopper remain nonchalant , he raised his hand into a halting sign just before the rookie striked . The Showstopper was clearly NOT done with his talk yet .Too shocked of the Showstopper's action , the rookie remain comically frozen in his about - to - land - a - punch pose for a long moment.
SHAWN MICHEALS .
Uh uh uh uh uh.... I DIDN"T say it is a bad thing , did i ? - since you are putting on THAT good face of yours for now .You are not the Jerkhole i use to know .Don't play your goodie two shoes with me buddy . I remember this attitude PERFECTLY at one night stand during our WWE tenure . You smoke pots lately or something? While this version of you may NOT last long ,Im certainly not getting in your way . This might even be the best bet for peace for our war that had gone long enough. .Now give me a handshake.
The Showstopper extended his hand - A gesture of good will in putting a stop in this never ending war. The rookie , although been insulted badly , decided to be a good sport . He smirked at the showstopper instead of replying his handshake.
Chris Jerko
Dammit , you just reminded me .The drug dealer at the street corner didn't come with his stash today. That useless douchebag -God knows I need my fix. Anyway Shawn , a handshake isn’t enough . I want you to pinky swear
SHAWN MICHEALS
WHISKEY ! TANGO ! FOXTROT ??
The Showstopper couldn’t believe his very ears as he drew back his extended hands .
He blinked at the Rookie disbelievingly,
He was at lost of words as he saw the rookie lift his hand dangerously close to his face . Pinky finger curled and ready for the unceremonious act.
Chris Jerko
Loose those censored words when you cursed like a sailor moments ago Shawn , there are no kids here. And you heard me right . Now PINKY SWEAR !
SHAWN MICHEALS
Fine . although I wonder what is the use of this childish maneuver
Very soon , both superstars were behaving like little kids as they sworn to peace and a new leave for each other in this newly revamped company.
Chris Jerko
There. Isn't that simple ? No more war . Clean slate. At least this time if you turn on your word like you turned on the People's Champ , I've got something to hold you on.
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The last word had hardly left his mouth a sucker punch laid him right out on the catering table; Chris had to remember how to breathe, spitting out the iron pang that was leaking into his mouth as Shawn pinned him where he was.
The blow had cut his lip.
It felt like staring a wrathful pagan god in the eyes and he knew he had crossed the line somehow.
"YOU THINK I WANTED THAT?"
Came the roar in his face as several catering workers quickly ran for cover.
They knew from experience than whenever these two met, it was never a pretty sight.
"YOU THINK I WANTED FOR IT TO HAPPEN? I OWE THAT MAN MY PLACE IN THIS COMPANY, CHRIS, SO DON'T YOU FOR A SECOND THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FORCED INTO THAT POSITION! I WANTED TO HELP HIM!"
Hand scrabbling around desperately as he tried to struggle himself free, Chris felt the cup of coffee he had been totting since the start of the argument, took it up and threw the contents into Shawn's face.
Although it was no longer steaming, it retained just enough heat to make the veteran bark out in pain and fly backwards, clawing at his face when it made contact with his eyes.
"AND YET YOU DIDN'T!"
The younger man yelled back, face livid as he rubbed his neck sorely where Shawn had pinned him.
"YOU DECIDED TO STAND BACK AND WATCH, SHAWN. Like you ALWAYS do!. Jesus Christ don't YOU have the best way of showing GRATITUDE!"
Shawn's vision had now cleared even as his eyes remained a little bloodshot.
The man dared to question the loyalty he had felt for the very person responsible for giving him his first title reign in the WWFR.
If looks could kill, Chris would have been buried three times over.
Rage didn't even begin to decribe what he felt now as he tackled his old nemesis, attempting to wrestle him into painful submission.
Plates, glasses clattered to the floor as the two struggled wildly through the small corridor.
"TAKE----THAT-----BACK!!!!"
Trying to keep him down however, was like wrestling a doberman with a blanket even though Chris was smaller. Next thing he knew, Chris had rammed both of them backwards into a wall, Shawn sandwiched in between and taking a brunt of the impact.
Once.
Twice
"I am NOT---"
Three times
"Taking ANYTHING back, Warhorse!"
He finally wrested out of Michael's lock, punched the veteran in the face for good measure
"Because it's HIGH TIME you looked FACTS in the FACE! You want to know the REAL reason he quit? It's because of YOUR INDECISIVENESS that he was put out with an injury. Why do you THINK he decided to pursue acting instead?! Your own COWARDICE allowed your team mate, your SUBORDINATE to tear him apart like a broken ragdoll! Shawn, you're as worthless a friend as you are a leader!"
As Shawn struggled to get up, Chris spied out of the corner of his eye a room which had a glass panel---Audio and Visuals sector, he assumed.
A wicked smile broke out on his face as he kicked Shawn in the back before the man could get up, dragged him there and placed him in a frontal headlock---one he couldn't quite fight out of.
"You know, this does look awfully familiar. I wonder where I've seen it before, really."
His drawl came soft and deadly as Shawn's eyes widened in realisation and the older man tried desperately to fight back.
"Regardless Shawn, I think I would be doing everyone a huge favour with what I'm going to do to you...right....about....now..."
He ran towards the glass panel with Shawn in tow as onlookers screamed, ducked, dove for cover, awaiting the ear-splitting sound of shattering glass that was bound to follow.
However, it never came.
Chris still had Shawn's head in his grasps; Both now standing to close to the glass the tips of their noses would have touched the reflections.
On the other side, several visuals workers had toppled out of their chairs in alarm.
"Scared ya good, didn't I?"
The look in Shawn's eyes was that of sheer shock and relief as well as Chris whistled a low tune.
And instead of pounding the older man even more, Chris opted form something he rarely did when faced with Shawn;
He threw the man aside, dusted himself and wipe away that bit of red at the corner of his mouth.
At least it had been a pretty good warmup.
"Even though I'm a certified asshole, Shawn, I pay my debts. You showed me mercy back then when you had the chance to do the same thing to me, even if 'mercy' isn't a word you're terribly familiar with nowadays. I figure since we're gonna start off with a 'new slate' as you put it, I'd just play my part to remind you of a time when you weren't such a dique."
He smirked a little and picked up another butter tart from the plate which had clattered to the floor in their fight, turned his back on the dumbstruck veteran as he started down another corridor.
"Before you think of pouncing me behind my back..,"
He said knowingly , taking a bite out of the tart even as Shawn got to his feet, ready for another scuffle.....
"Save your strength for the real fight, won't you? Looking at tonight's card, I daresay I'm not the only one you have a bone to pick with. You want to bring it, bring it where there's a ref, a timekeeper and two overweight announcers on the side."
Chris walked off as Shawn seethed behind him----not willing to let the man go, yet not willing to attack him after such an act either.
Then he threw one last glance backwards with a small, cavalier grin and said;
"I'll be waiting."
