It turned out the "we" that Adam had so vaguely spoken of was made up of a small group of the younger guys (Canadian of course), namely Adam himself, Jay, and Andrew. After basic pleasantries, the four got right to work at a gym not too far from the Hilton. Chris was loving it. It'd been a while since he'd gotten to work with guys that actually ENJOYED working out, let alone working out together. Two straight hours of lifts, curls, stretches, and twists and bends in every way imaginable. Cookie-cutter stuff that guys dig.
Afterward, the four relaxed in the steam room. The scene itself wasn't all that highly sex-charged. Just four long-haired blonde guys sitting around in nothing but towels and their own sweat. The conversation? Lively, to say the least.
"So how's it all going to go down tonight?" Andrew said this while on his back, looking over at CJ. Chris couldn't really see him through the sweat stinging his eyes. Maybe it was for the best; God forbid he get mildly turned on by this scene. Ugh...quick, better answer him!
"I haven't thought it all out yet. I can't get a program together until I'm actually there. Never could."
"You'll have us laughing our asses off. I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too. I need some good material to get some things off my mind." A few seconds of silence between the four.
"Anything life threatening?" Adam adjusted his towel, perhaps having the same trouble that Chris was only *thinking* about.
Chris shook his head. "No. Just depressing."
Adam didn't put it together yet. "So how's your girlfriend?" It was the first mention of a girl all day, awkwardly enough.
"Just for that I ought to slam you down and fuck you hard..." yelled a voice inside Chris' head. Wow. The HELL did that come from?? Thank God he didn't say that out loud. That would have meant that his mind was completely..."Gone."
"Really? I'm sorry to hear that."
"Heh, like you should worry, Mr. Engagement," answered Our Hero, suddenly sweating a little more. More talk about girls, that's it. That's what we need. Girls, girls, girls. Hot girls. Girls that love you. Girls that call you. Girls that leave messages over your answering machine about dumping you.
"Well you know, everyone's been through it. Women come and go, especially on the road. I'm just thanking heaven I found one crazy enough to stick with me."
Andrew chuckled. "Doing something I could never do."
"Marriage?" Adam shrugged. "I can't spend the rest of my born days single. I have to settle sometime."
"Not me. There's too much I haven't done yet. Too MANY I haven't done yet."
"You're almost there," piped in Jay. "From what I've heard."
The four laughed, almost a little too nervously at the end. Better pick up the conversation before this ends in an orgy..."What've you been up to yourself, Drew?" CJ realized when he said this that he was reaching for straws, but what the hell.
Adam answered for him. "I heard you've got problems with rats."
"I wouldn't call it a problem at all."
"I don't know, some of the ones I've seen you with look like THEY have problems," joked Adam, sparking another round of testosterone-laden laughter.
Andrew then came up with the bright idea of retorting at the comment by throwing his towel at Adam and thus opening up a wonderful package.
And so the conversation turned.
The Initiated- 7 "About the Ladies"/"Steam Room Confessions"
Jay whistled sarcastically at Andrew's very-much showing genitalia. CJ looked over almost involuntarily at the flaccid member protruding from the big man all splayed out over the bench. Well-cut. Maybe about 7". Pretty thick. "Nice basket, I'll bet you were just dying to show us."
"Why not, everyone else has seen it.."
"Yeah?" answered Chris, trying not to stare. Andrew was pretty damn hung. "Like who?"
Andrew looked over at CJ, then smirked self-satisfactorily. "Every single one of the girls that work here, for starters."
"Bullshit," Adam said, suddenly more animated. "I know for a fact 2 girls that you can't come nowhere near."
"Who, Adam?" Chris was a little curious at this. He was a single man now, after all. May as well check out the playing field..
Adam looked around the steam room, smiling, then pausing for dramatic effect. "Joanie," he finally said.
"Chyna?" Our Hero said this in a shocked manner at first, then remembered who her boyfriend was. "It'd seem like her little friend would be chasing after the guys more than she would."
"I'm not saying he doesn't. I'm just saying you can't get next to *her* that easily. She's really cool to hang with but it stops right there."
"I fucked her," Andrew said without any dramatic pause. "Once yeah, but it happened. She's nice without the braces."
"I'd have to see it to believe it," Jay said. "I tried. I don't think she noticed, but I tried."
"You have to pull your pants down first," offered Adam helpfully to his best bud. Jay thanked him with a grateful flip of the bird.
Chris's curiosity was piqued, and he was making mental notes. "Who else?"
"Daddy's little girl," answered Adam. "I got real close though."
Andrew had to chuckle at this. "You? The guy renouncing bachelorhood?"
"I'm not married YET. Besides, she has a thing for tall blondes. I refuse to believe she went anywhere past the angle with you, Andrew."
"She did," he said proudly. "More than once. I think she has a little crush on me."
"Hah," Adam retorted. "I didn't expect this from a girl who doesn't date the talent because it's 'bad for business'."
"You'd be surprised at what she does and what she *can* do. It's true about those McMahons....they just can't keep their mouths closed." This drew a raucous laugh from all four of them.
"I wonder if Rena ever found out who has the biggest nipples," said Adam pensively.
"Terri does. Her nips are bigger than her whole fuckin' little body," Andrew was now very happy to share his experiences with his companions. "Debra has huge tits but little bitty pink ones."
"Maybe she had them replaced after she had them done," laughed Jay. "What about Tori? God knows you fucked *her*..."
Chris listened without much to say, but he knew that the more he listened the more he was starting to get annoyed with Andrew. Sure he'd fucked all these girls, but it was almost like he didn't give two damns about what they thought of him. Of course Our Hero kept his mouth shut. It wasn't right for the "new guy" to try to put a braggart ass in his place.
CJ settled back amongst the sweat and testosterone freely flowing in the room and decided already that he didn't think much of Mr. Andrew Martin or his conquest stories.
The Initiated - 8 "Raw is Jericho...'s Emotions"
The arena was packed by the time CJ arrived later in the evening with his gym bag in tow. As he expected, everyone there greeted him with firm handshakes and hearty slaps on the back. The usual chatter. Of course he didn't mind, as he really didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts right now. So he took it all, let it soak in where he was, listening to them talk to him without really listening.
"Good to see you here, buddy." "Knock 'em dead." "Having fun yet?"
Jim Ross almost tackled Our Hero when he was walking side by side with Dwayne, both on their way to the locker room. Good ol' JR was breathless and wildly excited.
"Just wanted to tell you to relax, son. It's all a breeze from here. Have some fun out there."
Chris almost felt as if he should be the one telling this to JR, but he patted him on the shoulder instead and assured him that the crowd would love him. And they would. It was Chris Jericho, for God's sake. In the WWF.
"How long has he been this excited?" Chris whispered this to Dwayne as they continued walking, although Ross was long gone by then to kiss someone else's ass.
"Ever since they started you jobbing down south," Dwayne said with a cool grin, not missing a beat. After seeing the near-orgasmic look in JR's expression as he was falling all over himself to make the new guy comfortable, CJ took Dwayne's words as nothing but the gospel truth.
So we all know good and well how the first night went. It was unforgettable, almost magical. The fans left that night dazzled by the first appearance of the Party Host, and almost wished the classic segment between Jericho and The Great One had never ended. Chris himself wished it hadn't either. It was a rush. The biggest rush he'd ever felt in his career, actually. The electricity of the evening had completely replaced all the depression and angst he'd been feeling for the past two days. He wasn't sure he wanted to go back to that dark, empty hotel room and completely lose the high that he felt at this moment. He wasn't sure he COULD, even.
As he packed up his gear (in between all the parting handshakes and pats on the back) and prepared to go back to the Heartbreak Hilton alone, he saw that same Cheshire-cat grin again, this time with little buddy Jay in tow with a Canadian grin of his own.
"We're going to eat. Meet us in fifteen out in the parking lot, 'kay?"
"I'll see you in ten."
The Initiated - 9 "To Dream the Impossible Dream"
Rather than spend a tearful evening in the Hilton making telephone calls back home that he surely knew wouldn't be answered or taken very well, Chris Jericho went out with his fellow Canadian friends. Jay and Not-So-Silent Adam pretty much dragged him along with them to a place that, according to them, "everyone loved." Obviously they both weren't kidding, as every WWF employee and their brother were at this little hotel restaurant that stayed open past ten o'clock. He'd been there a few times, yet the WCWites usually split up their little groups and went elsewhere. Chris didn't have time to reflect on this, for as soon as he knew it, he was sitting down and ordering a beer while Adam continued to talk about some little groupie that got a chance to grab his ass on the way out of the arena.
"I mean damn, she could have like been a psycho or something. I love all of them but what are they going to do about security? What if she had like one of those needles full of HIV or something?"
Chris wondered if Adam talked this much out of the ring since his character called for him to be so damn quiet. Jay, on the other hand, was pretty damned good at speaking his mind even though "Christian" wasn't. After a pause, he opened his mouth to give his take on the situation. "How big were her tits?"
"They were pretty big."
Our Hero had started on his beer as his buddies prattled on about whether or not they were real or fake. Usually he would have chatted it up with them, hell, usually he wouldn't have ordered a beer, but tonight was different. He honestly was trying to cheer himself up, but not with much avail. He took another sip of his beer and felt another hand on his shoulder. This one seemed a little more gentle than the rest.
CJ looked up and before he could speak, Adam and Jay were giving their hello's to Joanie.
"Good job tonight, newbie," she said with a smile. Our Hero couldn't help but think of Andrew Martin's dirty little stories earlier that afternoon. Chee, thanks for ruining the image, Test-icle.
"Thanks, I had fun. It was great." He stared up at her, at least *trying* to look in her eyes. Mental note: Joanie Lee's breasts are really large in person. "I'm having a good time." Ok, now the replies were getting cookie-cutter. But what else could he say when he was looking up and talking to a pair of tits?
She patted him on the shoulder and moved on, followed not too long after by her tag-along boyfriend. Adam was the first to speak, lowly, conspiratorally, over to his companion. "I think she likes you."
"She's cute."
The Initiated - 10 "Break The Wall Down"
And Joanie Lee *was* cute, indeed. Cute and evidentally hard to get intimate with. CJ didn't really wonder why this was so; as laid back and cool he usually was, normally he wouldn't have been so curious and so eager to tempt fate. Still, we do some very strange things when we're on the rebound, don't we?
He knew that it was pretty stupid to be so curious about something a jerk like Andrew Martin said, but damn it, he was alone tonight and he needed something, or someone. At least to talk to. And she'd kept that hand on his shoulder for so long, hadn't she? Maybe..
She was looking at him, sitting over there at her table with her Paul. Or was she really even looking? Maybe it was his imagination. He was only just starting his second beer, it was too early to be getting tipsy. He looked away for a second, trying to get inside the inane conversation going on between Adam and Jay about why Adam bothered to spend money on a Limp Bizkit CD. Then Chris looked back. She *was* staring, no doubt about it now. But at him? Chris looked around to see if anyone or anything interesting was by him. Nothing except for the door.
Joanie seemed to confirm his gaze by giving him a slight grin, then turning back to speak to her Paul.
Ohhh shit.
So what was going to happen now? Well hell. It was just a stare. Maybe she was curious about what he was drinking. Maybe she was just trying to seem nice. Maybe she wanted to drag him to the backseat of her car and lick his balls, suck him off sooo hard, harder and harder until he blew his hot, creamy load all over her face and his cock broke off in her mouth.
And hey, daddio, maybe our Party Host wanted her to do just that.
Well, he had to do something. He couldn't just sit here and speculate all night. Get up, idiot. Do something. She's staring at you. And she's hot. Damn hot. Hey, you've got your foot in the door, you *did* talk to her tits.
C'mon bay-bay!
Chris got up, excusing himself, and went to the first place he could think of: the men's room. What he would do there hadn't occured to him, but at least he was on his feet. He stood for a second outside of the restroom door, then decided to spend a second drinking out of the water fountain, at least to clear his head if anything. When he finished and straightened himself, he turned around and looked back at Joanie to see what she was doing. Except this time she was much closer. He swallowed then and damned near choked from the shock. Smooth.
"Sorry if I startled you, I just had to get up and take a trip over to the little ladies' room."
"No problem...um. I had the same idea."
"Oh, you were planning to follow me in there?"
What? Well, yeah, if she wanted. Wait. No, no, that's not it. "No, no. Well, I mean I'm not stopping YOU, but.."
Joanie grinned, a LOT more calm than Chris could ever imagine being at this point. All he could think of at the moment was the fact that she was not wearing braces, and how "good" this was, according to Andrew Pimpdaddy.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
Play stupid. Well, actually at the moment he wasn't playing. "About what?"
"There's a girl, isn't there?"
Yes, right in front of him, looking very busty and fuckable. "I'm not sure I follow you." Of course he could if she wanted him to. He was flexible.
"You're feeling insecure right now?"
"I..guess, yeah. Things aren't going like I want them to. I mean, they're great, they should be better than ever, but yeah, something's wrong."
"So talk to me."
"Here?"
"Tonight. Room 558." Joanie gave him a polite little smile, no braces, and left. He didn't even think to ask if her Paul would be there, and God knows he didn't want the night ending up in..THAT..
The Initiated - 11 "Room 558"
So, room 558.
Our Hero had left his Canadian compadres behind earlier. God knows he didn't want them around to see this. And what *was* this anyway? Nowhere in no way had Joanie mentioned anything about sex. But sometimes it's the things that you don't say that have the most meaning.
Anyway, just in case, C.J. pocketed a few condoms. Destination 558.
And would Her Paul be there? Maybe he could help the conversation. Or maybe he'd just have hot sex with him. Either way, C.J. appreciated their attempts to help him feel better. It's nice when people care.
Around midnight he found himself knocking on the door, all of a sudden very glad he didn't have to go back to be by himself and all ready to bare his soul and feel much better around his newfound friends. Hey, maybe he'd even cry. That is, if Her Paul wasn't around.
As he stood there for a quick moment, he felt genuinely happy. Five years from now when he'd be laughing and chatting with his sports-entertainment buddies they'd remind him of some distant memory when he'd broke up with some girl right before he started working with the WWF, and word spread, and everyone in the company did their damndest to cheer him up.
The door opened and there she was in all her Joanie glory. No make-up, regular tank-top and jeans. She was damn pretty this way, too.
"I was almost afraid you wouldn't make it," said Joanie, smiling warmly. "Come on in, I was just straightening my things."
He followed her, eagle eyes darting around looking for Her Paul. And then he saw him, splayed out on the bed, asleep. At that point, C.J. really didn't think Paul would have much to add to the conversation.
"So how you feeling? I heard about what happened. I'm sorry, I know it must hurt." She took a seat on the bed and patted the space next to her, inviting him to sit. Sit. Good boy. Speak.
"It's not easy. I mean, I'm cool with it, but the way it happened, you know...it's kind of funny and stupid at the same time. You know, she dumped me over an answering machine. Not to my face, and not even officially over the telephone."
Joanie listened and nodded. Damn, this felt nice, really. Someone understanding.
"Can't say I've been there," she said after a moment, "but I know what it's like to be stressed. I mean, look at you. Standing right on the edge of a new career. All the shit hits the fan at once, it's bound to be confusing. I just want you to know I'm here. *We're* here." She motioned over to her boyfriend, who was anywhere but here at the moment. Chris hadn't really thought of it before, but when he came to think about it, you know, he looked an awful lot like...
He didn't get to finish the thought. He felt a hand, HER hand, gently turning his face to meet hers.
"Um..."
And then she kissed him.
Or was he kissing her? It didn't matter, they were both in a liplock, and, yes...it did appear as if she was slipping him the tongue. Again, he noted no braces.
Hands...what to do with the hands? Well, she knew what to do with hers, that's for damned sure. They were everywhere. Going from his hair, down to his chest, around to his back...this was definitely planned. Had to be. Well, not that it mattered now.
Then Our Hero figured out what to do with his hands. The rack! Of course! You could always depend on tits to get you out of a tight situation. Just as he was about to get his suddenly restless hands to the promised land, he remembered the snoring guy not 5 inches away from them and who exactly he was.