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Chris kept his gaze on Stacy as he stood across from her in the ring.
The tall blonde was doing a great job so far. She eyed him with a slight amount of fear in her brown eyes as he taunted her, trash-talked her.
Although their spot hadn't yet occurred, Chris couldn't help but think one thing: So far, so good... Everything was going according to their plan at the moment. He only hoped one Heartbreak Kid would not come out and wreck everything.
The blond man retreated to his corner to tag in Christian, his tag team partner. The only regret he had tonight was that he hadn't let the other man in on the plan, at least for tonight. On the other hand, he couldn't - if he had, he'd have had to explain his relationship with Lita, not to mention what the bastard Test had done to her. No, it was better this way. Christian didn't have to know all of that - especially given his rotten relationship with his brother, Edge.
As Y2J stood back in his corner, he prayed his tag partner would not do anything rash. One thing he really feared tonight - other than Shawn Michaels running out and interfering - was that Christian might do something to really hurt Stacy Keibler. The last thing he wanted was for his leggy diva friend to get injured for real.
Test suddenly seemed to get a second wind in the match, and the big man surprised Christian with a big boot to the face. That was Jericho's cue, and he rushed into the ring to attempt to save his partner.
Test caught him as well, and Chris heard Stacy cheering and clapping on the apron in her corner as he went down hard. But he would not give up. His personal motto was 'Never Say Die,' and he took the credo to heart.
The next few minutes seemed, to Jericho, to go by in a blur. Everything happened so quickly... Too quickly.
Y2J counted his lucky stars that he'd gone over the spots with Christian - because if he hadn't, it all could have gone straight to hell...
The two blond men had successfully double-teamed Test, surprisingly enough, overpowering him. Stacy proved to be insufficient help to assist her 'boyfriend,' and Jericho appreciated her 'weak little me' act.
As Christian dragged the tall Canadian to the opposite side of the ring, Chris slipped to the outside and retrieved the objected which he'd hidden outside the squared circle. Then, producing the handcuffs, he couldn't resist letting out a little sadistic chuckle. Test was basically powerless by now - as Chris' own cousin, Lita, had been when the fucker had violated her. Oh, he was so going to enjoy this.
The handcuffs were quickly slapped on, and that was when Chris felt Stacy behind him. The leggy blonde was shouting at him.
He turned, an evil grin still in place on his countenance, and it increased as he moved in for the 'kill.'
In seconds, he had Stacy locked in the Walls of Jericho, and the blonde woman's screams were pitiful, but he appreciated her even more for it. God, the diva certainly was good at milking things for all they were worth...
Jericho made certain to bend those extra-long legs back even further than he'd usually do - making the hold look more painful and dangerous than ever.
As Stacy's screams grew louder, however, the crowd's did as well - and the blond man suddenly realized they were in fact cheers.
In a whirlwind, Shawn Michaels appeared, the man attacking Jericho and taking him by surprise. Chris felt the agony of the Sweet Chin Music and fell as Stacy slid away to safety.
Damn it... Once again, Michaels had interefered...