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::Disclamer::This Roleplay is property and is controlled by of Michael Walker . Please, do not steal this layout, all credit for the lay out goes to James Hanson. This Roleplay is in use for the EMF. This Roleplay is not to be used anywhere else. Do not take this roleplay seriously, this is under my character in the RWA Chris Jericho. So just don't take my god damn RP and I won't have to hunt you down and give you a Y2J beating that you will never..eeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr ever forget again(you get the point). If you got any questions just e-mail Michael Walker. RWA's Angelica Boycott/Amy Dumas/Lita is owned by CaNdYtettybear . If used in this RP, all credit goes to her for the character Angelica Boycott/Amy Dumas/Lita . I'm working off a valet offer she gave me a while back. As I said before I will never pretend to be better at using her character, I use this character with all the respect in the world for the character and the RPer herself. Enjoy this roleplay, and give me credit for all that is written....Enjoy ::Disclaimer:: |
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Segment Title: Meet the Parent: the Smart Mark! |
Singles Record: 5-2 |
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People Used: 'Y2J' Chris Jericho, Amy Dumas, Christie Dumas, Brock Lesnar, Bossman, Mr. America, Michael Cole and Destroyer |
People Mentioned: Triple H |
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Date of Card: 5/30/04 |
Match: Chris Jericho vs. Triple H (loser loses all) |
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[::Intro::]
During the past few months, Triple H and his stables Evolution, and the Ministry have changed the face of the Extreme Measures Federation in many opinions for the worse. But regardless of what opinion you are from, there is no getting away from the fact that Triple H has messed with the careers of EMF superstar, after EMF superstar. First it was one of the more recognizable legends in EMF history X-Cold to feel Triple H's wrath. After gaining control of the EMF, Triple H felt it was his duty to ban the man who so many, fans and wrestlers alike looked up to. But his true intention was found out soon, after forming cleverly forming a stable that he claimed he had nothing to do with, the Ministry were a group who's soul purpose was to gain control of the EMF. Triple H made the stable seem against him, as they made it clear that their mission was to gain ownership of the EMF from Triple H and Prez Mike. What even completed the whole thing was the fact that Shane McMahon, who was bitter after being fired from the Extreme Measures Federation years ago, had come back. Every long time fan knew that Shane would have liked nothing more than to take the company away from Prez Mike, and own it how he wanted to. Which made the plan all too perfect, as no one could see that Triple H himself was the real mastermind behind the Ministry. But while that was going on Triple H went after the thing that he's been craving to get since Unleashed 2000, the world height weight championship (by the way, for all that didn't know. That was the last real time that Triple H had a real title run ended.) But just before he could proclaim himself the number one contender, another legend burst on the scene in "the Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels. The other half owner of the EMF had beaten Triple H to the punch, and had named HBK the number one contender. Not liking that one bit, Triple H decided to get his revenge on his one time friend, turned hated rival Shawn Michaels, and by doing that he put himself in the match as the special guest ref. It was pretty much a dead locked contest between the then champion Wes Ikeda, and Shawn Michaels. But as smoothly as the match was going, once again the connection between Triple H's "staff", and the Ministry showed without anyone knowing at the time. As Twilight, ran down and took out Triple H's leg making him unable to make the winning 3 after Michaels had clearly had the match won after hitting his finisher. This small little hint of the real connection of the Ministry and what would be known as Evolution was perfectly planned to get Shawn back for stealing Triple H's spot in the world title match at Payback. But it wouldn't end there, after that match it was revealed that the Ministry had kidnapped Triple H's wife Stacy Helmsley. In the weeks that followed, Triple H tried hard to somehow gain his wife back. Shane McMahon decided to use Stacy as the bargaining chip to gain Triple H's half of the company, and it was working. As in the following weeks Triple H was already to hand over Shane McMahon the 50 percent ownership that he had of the EMF from his home in Greenwich, Connecticut. Triple H then received a call from Shane McMahon who was really in New Jersey where the EMF was having a show at the time, and was going to sacrifice Stacy due to the fact that Shane believed that he had given Prez Mike and Triple H all the opportunity to give him the company, and now he was going to take away something important to Triple H. At the end of the show, Triple H had convinced Shawn Michaels to help Stacy out. Because he was yet to get to the arena, Michaels agreed to do it as a favor to Stacy. Before Shane and his group could sacrifice Stacy, but in this end this all turned out to be a trip for Shawn Michaels, as soon as Triple H ran down to the ring he turned on HBK, and beat him so bad he gave him injuries that he's yet to really recover from. The true face of Triple H's group had been unmasked, and it was the Ministry and Evolution. While you would think that any other important events could be possibility smashed into one Shockwave, there was one other important happening that Shockwave as Amy Dumas made her return in the EMF. While Triple H went on to defeat Wes with a pedigree for the World Heavyweight Championship. Amy remained a thorn in the side of Evolution and the Ministry. So much in fact that Triple H had enough of her getting in the way, and threaten to harm her if she messed with his stables again. Though the next week she made a match for the World title against the Rock. Triple H living up to his word ran down to try to harm Amy. But before he could Chris Jericho had run down, and saved Amy. Thus setting up the match at Hell on Earth with Randy Orton and Triple H vs. the Rock and Chris Jericho with the stipulation that the careers of Jericho, Orton and the Rock would be up, as well as Triple H's world title. It was a great match, after Triple H hit a low blow on the Rock without the ref seeing it, and nailed a pedigree on the Rock. Things seemed dimmed for Jericho, as Triple H and Orton took turns beating on Jericho. But they couldn't quite keep him down; finally once Jericho gets an advantage the ref was knocked down for a little while. Allowing Amy to climb on the top rope and nails a Litacarana on Orton, leaving the door open for a Lionsault on Orton and the 1...........2.......3. This win had shown exactly what Chris Jericho was all about, till this time people in the Extreme Measures Federation had always questioned his talent. Always asked why he couldn't be an in ring competitor to prove some of the things he said. But in one night, he seemed to silence the doubters. Triple H seemed to want no part of Jericho, until Prez Mike came out to the ring during a Highlight Reel and put the ownership of the EMF on the line. Jericho threw his career on the line; Amy threw her job on the line as well. But in exchange Triple H would have to give up mostly the same. So it was on, one of the most important matches in Extreme Measures Federation history would be determined at Whiplash. For Triple H it was to finish what he had started after the Hall of Fame battle royal, and own the Extreme Measures Federation. But for Chris Jericho it was a little bit person, Triple H had caused a lot of the demons that had caused him to invade the EMF along with Amy Dumas as the Other World. Chris Jericho found also that since they were fighting the true place he could, under the RWA banner that he could finally live his dream of becoming the RWA champion (like I said, the EMF championship becomes the RWA championship for a little while, if he has no challengers in the RWA...the call signs must turn back to EMF.). But that dream became a nightmare; Triple H had forced Jericho and Amy to come to his home to sign the contract. Then during the contract signing Triple H blinded Jericho, then along with the returning Randy Orton. They beat down Jericho and Amy in the end the worst injuries that they would receive was a broken leg for Amy, and for Jericho had gotten a concussion much like he received three years ago. With all the odds stacked in his favor, he noticed one more. No one seemed to care that he and Amy were attacked, he even questioned if any one of them would have helped if the contract signing were in the middle of the ring. It seemed that the odds were now stacked against him, and no one cared, nor seemed to believe in him. That was other than Amy, Jericho then in a promo decided to denounce himself and Amy from the EMF. Jericho after a little bit found things he wanted to fight for, to settle his past, to fulfill his destiny, for the EMF fans, and for the one person that truly did believe in him, Amy Dumas. Amy believe in Jericho, but at Whiplash we would find out Jericho wins it or all...or loses it all...AGAIN. When we last left Jericho, and Amy, they were just leaving the "We Hate you" bar in the "Other World". This is where the story picks up.
[::body of RP::]
(We start out basically where we started when we last left Jericho and Amy, riding in a car off somewhere in the "Other World". The picture slowly focuses as it shows Jericho driving the car.)
.::Amy Dumas::.-Honestly Jericho...do have any idea where the hell we are!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-If I knew, we would have been where we wanted to be by now.
.::Amy Dumas::.-*rolling her eyes* Oh yeah, getting us kicked off the plane was SUCH a great idea...you're such an ass clown.
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Well if you weren't actin' like a bitch, and read the map we wouldn't be lost!
.::Amy Dumas::.-jerk!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-jack ass!
.::Amy Dumas::.-dumbass!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-LOLITAAAAAAAA!!
.::Amy Dumas::.-IRRRRRRVINE!!!!
(Jericho and Amy give each other dirty looks)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-You told me that you would never call my real last name on tape!
.::Amy Dumas::.-Yeah, well...you said you would never say what Lita is short for!
(Jericho and Amy don't say anything for a little while, as Amy still has the camera going, until Jericho says)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Look Amy, sorry about that. Being lost, and the pressure I'm facing at Whiplash is starting to get to me.
.::Amy Dumas::.-Yeah...well...sorry too, it's bugging me as well. But whatever, anyways Jericho why don't you get some directions!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Why would I do that, I'm "King of the World"...if I can't find anyone around, no jack ass is going to be able to tell me.
.::Amy Dumas::.-Just do it Jericho, we need gas anyways.
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Fine...but only because you suggested it!
(Jericho pulls into a gas station, and then Jericho goes into it. He goes up to the counter to someone working behind the counter, he happens to be very big. He turns around and it's none other than Brock Lesnar)
.::Brock Lesnar::.-RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Lesnar?! What the hell are you doing here?
.::Brock Lesnar::.-Oh after I sold out to the National Football League..I realized after the workouts that I wasn't cut out for it. I tried to get my job back, but Vince wouldn't hire me back. So this is the only job I can do...kinda at least. So anyways, what would you like?
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Well first I want to know just where the hell I am..
(Anyways Brock spends a few moments explaining to Jericho where he needs to go to get to...wherever the hell he and Amy are heading.)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-OK well thanks Brock. We need some gas also, also here...I'll probably back for the change if there is any. With gas prices now a day, I'm not sure if this is going to be enough.
(Jericho hands Brock some money)
.::Brock Lesnar::.-awwww...crap
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-What's a matter, junior?
.::Brock Lesnar::.-Oh I suck at giving change, Vince said that the only job he would offer me would be to be a ref, and I would have taken that...if only if I knew what comes after 2...
(Finding out that Brock is an idiot, Jericho says)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Brock..remember how I asked about the directions...well you think you could just tell me where I am right now.
.::Brock Lesnar::.-Oh yeah, well that's an easy one...you're in Florida. After you pump the gas, I'll bring out the change...un you might be here for a while...
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Great...
.::Brock Lesnar::.-By the way I hear you’re going up against Triple H at Whiplash for the World title. Though in the WWE, I kind of stayed away from him...I never really liked him anyways from the stuff I heard. All that stuff about holding down people and stuff. Personally I think you'll get held down again. Should be an interesting match still, you think any chance I could get a job with the EMF?
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Well...I don't think the EMF's looking for any dancing idiots.
.::Brock Lesnar::.-Man the truth hurts *sniff*
(Jericho runs out of the building and then goes over to his car, and then fills it up..with penalty of change to spare. Jericho sits in the car, and then looks at Amy and she's staring off into space like she were a zombie or in some sort of trance, she has a CD player in her lap and head phones on.)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Amy! Amy! You alright?!
.::Amy Dumas::.-Saliva are gods...I love Saliva's music...I will give all my money away to support Saliva...I will buy their new album COMING OUT IN JULY...and...Wasabi is my favorite wrestler...*she starts talking like she were two different people*...damn it Wasabi, you were suppose to say Raptor...No it should be Wasabi, I'm leader of the wWo!..Damn you!...Whatever Dino boy...I'll KILL YOU FOR CALLING ME A DINOSAUR!!...AAAAAHHHHHH...
(Jericho snaps his fingers in Amy's ear and she comes back to life)
.::Amy Dumas::.-aahhhh...what happen, did I fall asleep? I was listening to this Saliva CD that Wasabi wanted me to listen to and then the rest is fuzzy.
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Aww don't worry about it, the camera wasn't rolling. *Jericho looks down and sees that it was and pointing up from the floor of the car..awww crap..we need to edit all this stuff before we turn it in. Anyways the guy at the counter is an idiot, were going to be here for a while.
.::Amy Dumas::.-hhhmmmm, well why not you cut a promo!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Well if you don't mind holding the camera
.::Amy Dumas::.-I don't mind, it beats just sitting around here doing nothing...
(Anyways Jericho helps Amy out the car and into her wheel chair, she then wheels herself to the front of the car. Jericho then leans in the hood and begins to speak)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Last time you heard from me, I had questioned the whole locker room if they really cared what happened to us. Yes we were the very first successful invading stables in Extreme Measures Federation history. Two years ago at wWo Lockdown, which for those who don't know was just a temporary name for Whiplash. Guys like Jarrett stood in the ring and talked how he was going to teach the Other World a lesson. About how not brag about their fallen federation, but what got me then was he talked about how great he was the whole way. You see that federation was a lot to both of us; yeah we did talk about it to piss some people off. But that seems to be the way to get noticed around here, once someone even makes the smallest insult it's time to tear them apart. For the longest time we were treated like a joke, but the next summer we proved how that we were no joke. I'm sure Jarrett wasn't laughing; we had thought we gained the respect of most everyone in the back. Now we stand here two years later, it's funny how things work out. One of the members of the Other World seemly has the fate of the EMF in his hands, it would seem that no one truly cared about us, nor respected us. That was fine, like I said you couldn't get me to waive the EMF banner for all the money. No, I'm not like Jarrett, I'm not coming down here and pretending I'm going to fight for the EMF. Like I said, I got my own things to fight...it would seem that the EMF is just on the ride with everything else, and believe me each and everyone in the locker room doesn't have to worry about one thing. I'm going to fight, I've waited too long to solve this feud with me and Triple H. Triple H, we meet a few years back, but I have a few questions for you. Do you really know who your stepping into the ring with come Sunday at Whiplash, huh...do ya..junior? Well before you answer that, let me answer you another question Triple H.
(Jericho stands straight up and looks into the camera. Pausing for the full effect of what he wants to say)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.- Has the reality of what you are facing sunk in yet. Has the fact that you are going to be standing across the ring against a man who has beat you before, but the one thing different about what you look at. You do not quite know exactly what to expect from me anymore, when you first stepped into the ring with me in May of 2001. Though I had been known for killing a few careers, I was a lot more balanced individual. I was not the guy who you could expect the unexpected, I was not the guy that once you were in the same ring that you had to think to yourself "oh my god, my career could end right here". I wasn't that type of wrestler, because when you’re a wrestler, you make this profession your life. A lot of guys don't have anything else to go back on, and I always thought to purposely going out to the ring every time trying to take that away from them. Because I knew that if I did, I could be taking away their way of paying for their houses, their bills, and their families...and who was I to go out and do that? Triple H when we wrestled, I was a Chris Jericho that just wanted to go out to the ring and make my dream become reality, to become a RWA-WCW or WWF World Heavyweight Champion. I was a guy that just wanted to entertain the crowd. Like I said before, it was guys like you in the RWA that said I couldn't do it; it was guys like you that tried to hold me down. I remember every word from your promo on me Triple H, even though you didn't spend much time on me. You made some blond jokes, you insulted my intelligence, and you insulted my skill as a wrestler. That was ok, you see I don't think you noticed, but I'm not exactly lacking on confidence in my ability. If you thought that those little jokes, and dumb insults were going to do something to throw "the King of the World" Chris Jericho off his game plan, you were mistaken jerky, and you found that soon enough. Because on that night on RAW, I found out even though your supposively the "thinking man's wrestler" that you had not thought I was a challenge. You found out then what it would get you in that match didn't you? Because as soon as the talking was over, I Chris Jericho beat your ass inside that ring and pinned for the 1..........2.......3. Triple H, you really full of yourself. I believe that you couldn't be beat then, huh? Well jerky, I proved to you and the world that "Y2J" Chris Jericho is no joke. But what did I hear as soon as a few days pasted from that match *mocking voice* Jericho you got lucky, it was a fluke, it would never happen again *end mocking voice*. Yeah no one still thought I was a threat in the World Wrestling Federation...well that is except you Triple H, what seems to be a reacurring thing for me is that the only true believers of Chris Jericho's talents within the ring are the ones that have seen them up close. Triple H, proving what I said before about you, proving that you would have sold out anyone just to get your slimely hands on it. You realized to do that; you would have to take out the future of the RWA, because he was standing in your way. You didn't give a damn about anything, but your own personal gain. So you got Vince McMahon to put me in a hardcore match. You knew that it was not my type of match, I even admitted that in my promo, but to stack the odds even further...you put yourself as the special guest ref. You really thought you were cleaver didn't you? You thought you had it all figured out, you thought that Raisin would have taken me out, well guess again jackass!! Because I told you something in that very same promo that I'm sure haunts you to this very day, something that you would NEVER EEEEEEEEEEEEE EVER forget again!! That thing I said and that was that on that particular Smackdown...that even though once again everyone was betting against me, not only because they doubted my skill. Because it was not my type of match and the very same person that I beat only a few days earlier in a match was special guest ref. They all said it would be a easy win for Raisin, but then they would rudely awaken when my music hit a new Chris Jericho walked to the ring that no one had never seen before. A Chris Jericho who would injury! tear! and destroy everyone in his path, and in turn would suffer through the pain, would bleed, sweat and pay whatever price he had to be successful, I remember the look on your big nosed face as I beat Raisin up, as I spilled his blood. You basically the best seat in the building as his screams echoed. I knew it, you couldn't believe it...could you Triple H. The guy who you thought was a joke was tearing one of the toughest superstars in the federations. Because that's pretty much what it takes to be hardcore, you have to be willing to put your body amounts of pain that other performers would tap out to. You have to do things that other performers have nightmares of doing. So Triple H, when you saw that Raisin wasn't going to get the job done, what did you do...you tried to screw me out of the title! But you found out that I wasn't going to stand around and just allow you to do that, so what did I do..*Jericho laughs a little to himself*..I knocked your ass out too and made you count the three. When you came around, and I was still in the ring. Something then hit you like a train. You saw it didn't you Triple H, you saw a side of myself that up until that time no one had saw. You saw someone that was ruthless, unfeeling, would go to any length and would take a career if it meant getting to his ultimate goal...the World Heavyweight Championship. But aside from all that, when you realized all that...face it Hunter you were afraid. Because during the first few weeks you had not exactly made yourself a friend Y2J's. Rather, you had done anything and everything to keep him away from something you needed...the RWA World Championship. Not only that, but you were afraid for your career, because Hunter you might be honored to know...that on that night on Smackdown in 2001, you were the first to get look at what would be known as the "Slayer of Careers". You knew I was going nowhere but the top, as were you...we would have to meet in the ring again. So you did what you thought would have solved your problems, you attacked me and pedigreed me through the table. Many people thought it was because it was your reputation showing.."the game". The man that lives, breathes, and bleeds the World Championship...no matter what federation he was in. But the truth of the matter was, you were afraid, because you knew what would happen if we met in the ring. That I might have been in a rage at the things you did to me, that I just might turn the monster known as the "Slayer of Careers" loose on you. But Triple H, the reality was...I understood what you did. I knew in our business, you do anything to get ahead...well that was up until you drove my face through a table you jackass. You see, when I suffered my first concussion, I realized something that I did not before I entered that match, that when your professional wrestler that you just might have to be a little ruthless, a little cold, a little uncaring. Not just when you’re in a hardcore match, but every single time you enter that ring. Because if your not, then jackasses like you will always take advantage, and make sure that you don't get where you want to be...and even end take what you love doing in an instant. The world of professional wrestling is an unfeeling one, one where the strongest and the one willing to do anything survives. You made me realize that Triple H after you drove me through that table. What you didn't realize Triple H was that as soon as I recovered I was going to show you Triple H what I had learned from my matches with you. Triple H, you tried to take me out because you thought that it would have gotten rid of me from climbing the World Wrestling Federation ladder past you. You were in for a shock Triple H, because not only had it only made more determined to past you Triple H. But I was not coming alone, but along with the girl that helped me destroy the career of the RWA legend Godfather. Amy Dumas...Lita, was going to be my valet, while that might not think that would have meant something. It had already proved to be a combination that killed the legend of the Godfather...Triple H I'm sure you remember him, because guys like you were praying the Godfather never came back to the World Wrestling Federation. Because you knew if he did, he would have dominated like he did in any federation. You had nightmares about wrestlers like that...but in the end Amy and I together were able to end his career. So Triple H, you did have that to look forward to. But there was still something missing from what you are stepping into the ring on Sunday night at Whiplash. You see, because of that little listen that you taught me Triple H...the RWA closed because we were suppose to settle our little feud once and for all. Triple H, it's been three years since that happening. I have heard a lot of things from you over the past few weeks, such as "Chris Jericho, you are not in my league". But Triple H, you really don't believe that do you? I mean not only does our past say different, I know you are somewhere hanging around those jackasses in Evolution, and the Ministry. So you might seem claim, ready to fight me. But regardless of how claim you might be on the outside, in the back of warped head of yours you hear it "tick...tock...tick...tock". It's the time ticking away as we get closer, and closer to Whiplash, it's also the fear you had when you got your first look at the Slayer of Careers. But there is something else that you have to worry about...isn't that right. Over the years, I have lost a lot. I have lost my job, you see while you had another home in this reality, I had nothing. I saw friends just crawl up and give up on life (not really kill themselves, but I mean not do anything about it). You see the whole thing with the RWA closing has only made me want to kill anyone’s career that got in my way. You don't want to believe me...ask Jarrett, I didn't do anything really physical to him. But Jarrett once proclaimed himself the "master of the mind games". But what he didn't realize was that no matter how good you are at something, someone will always come along to prove that you aren't the best. For Jarrett that man was me, Jarrett really didn't do anything other than be himself. You see he was just acting like himself, when he found out that he couldn't beat the nWo...thus he had to join them. He kicked me out, and tried to harm Amy. You see even though I take that in the past, I use it as an example....an example what you faced. I destroyed Jarrett's mind so bad, he left his guard down and that was the opening that Wes needed to pull his little trick with Jarrett's personal life. But you know what, there is one thing that is different with what you and Jarrett have done, you actually harmed Amy. That's something I cannot allow you to get away with, Triple H in our match at Whiplash I want you to know something. That little preview of the "Slayer of Careers" that you saw in the RWA....well I had only scratch the surface. The stuff in the EMF so far is not going to compare to what I am going to do. Because while this isn't a hardcore match, I'm going to show you that pain is nothing to me. I'm going to dish 3 years worth of payback Triple H; some say I could be taking my own life in my hands? Well I'm more than likely going to be rested enough to make sure that my injury wouldn't be any worst...could I be risking serious injury. But whatever I have to do, it will be worth it just to take everything that you took from me. So I'm sure you’re asking, just how you are going get out of this. All I have to say is Triple H; it won't matter if you bring the whole Ministry and Evolution to try to stop me. I will go through them, and I will get my revenge, all I have to say to you Triple H...be afraid...be very afraid, because the end of your career is here, and the man who will finally get rid of the EMF/RWA legend Triple H comes in the form of the "Slayer of Careers", "Y2J" Chris Jericho!!!
(Jericho motions for Amy to stop the camera, she does Jericho then looks up Brock is standing there with a "oh shit" look. Brock then runs away screaming he throws Jericho's change in the air.)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Amy next time were in a gas station, and I'm cutting a promo...remind me never to cut a hardcore type one.
.::Amy Dumas::.-I'll keep that in mind...
(Anyways we fade to a little later in the day, Amy and Jericho are once again in the car on the road.)
.::Amy Dumas::.-Jericho, I have a suggestion...since I don't think we are ever going to get to where we wanted. You said were in Florida right *Jericho nods*. Well we should be near my Mom’s; so why don't we stop by there...you owe me for all of this!
(Jericho looks over to Amy with a panic look as soon as she finishes that sentence, almost crashes the car and then regains control.)
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-*laughing nervously* HAHAHAHAHAHA...HA..AH..ha..do you really think that's a good idea Amy?
.::Amy Dumas::.-Sure why not? Were both hungry, tired..I haven't seen her in so long, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind meeting you...she is a big wrestling fan after all....Jericho..*Amy gets a huge smile*...you’re not afraid to meet my Mom are you?
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-*still laughing nervously* HAHAHAHA...why would you think that.
(a bit of sweat rolls down Jericho's face)
.::Amy Dumas::.-Well because as soon as I said it, you lost control of the car..almost killed us..caused a 10 car pile up..and started to act all weird. So I just kind of wonder!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Awww..no, no, NO that's not it at all. Ummm...well..you see..I just don't like to be away from Canada this long; after all I am MR. CANADA!! It would hurt my reputation!
(Amy gives Jericho her trademark weird look)
.::Amy Dumas::.-Jericho...you live in Florida also you know!! Maybe if you started wearing red and white tights, and a Canada mask like Hogan, and changed your ring name to "Mr. Canada" people might believe you really are Mr. Canada, but you can't fool me!!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-What the hell? What you mean Hogan did that, that wasn't Hogan...that was Mr. America!
(Amy smacks her head)
.::Amy Dumas::.-Oh my god Jericho, you don't actually believe that wasn't Hulk Hogan was it.
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Of course I know it wasn't Hogan, he even took a lie detector test!
.::Amy Dumas::.-You're not really that stupid Jericho..
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-But it was not Hogan, he kept saying it. He was just someone that idolized Hogan!
.::Amy Dumas::.-God Jer..
.::someone from the back::.- Actually he's right Amy..
(Jericho quickly gives Amy a surprised look, wanting to keep his eyes on the road. Amy looks back and from the back of the car...Mr. America himself appears)
.::Mr. America::.-What's up brother...and sister dudes!
.::"Y2J" Chris Jericho::.-Tell Amy that you are not Hogan.
.::Mr. America::.-Hogan!..I'm not Hogan Amy...I'M MR. AMERICA BROTHER!!
.::Amy Dumas::.-Alright, I'll get into that in a second...after you explain...how YOU GOT IN OUR CAR!!
.::Mr. America::.- | |||||||||||