Disclaimer: The characters and real people portrayed in this story do not belong to me, the characters belong to WWE, and the real people own themselves. The story contains mild swearing and I guess adult situations, you have been warned.

A/N: This idea has been bugging me for a while now, and watching old Jericho/Steph stuff, it just kept wanting to be written. So here it is, and this WILL be a series, and I will take liberties with what happens. It's basically a "what-if" scenario.

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Chris Jericho came into the company with an attitude. Whether that attitude could be attributed to his personality or his experiences in WCW, you couldn't really tell, but he did have an attitude. Was it a bad one? If you were looking at it from an outsider's point of view, then yes he had a bad attitude, but he didn't think so. He just thought that he was cocky and deservedly so. He had never really gotten the opportunity in WCW, and he was now in the WWF to try and rectify that situation.

He thought that he could be a great draw for this company, and be one of the greatest superstars in the business, one of the things that WCW had never thought he could be. But how could he be when they refused to let anyone but the top stars do anything really noteworthy? He was going to be great here, he could feel it, and if it came at the expense of being seen with a bad attitude, then so be it really, so freaking be it.

He had just gotten to his first show, and he had already interrupted The Rock, saying that he was going to be the savior of the company, and on some level, he really believed he would be. The Rock had been indignant to his interruption, but Chris didn't give a damn. The Rock was just going to have to deal with him now that he was here, and if Chris had his way, he was going to be the one making the big speeches that everyone was enthralled with.

He walked down the hallway, intending to go back to his locker room when he saw a rather demure-looking female sitting on a chair in the hallway, reading what looked to be a book. Chris smirked to himself, he recognized the woman; it was Stephanie McMahon. He had seen her on television, being her cute, little, innocent self, and it kind of disgusted him. There was no way she was that innocent, he just had to find out if that was her real self.

He snatched the book from her hand and looked at it, "Boring."

"Can you please just give that back?" Stephanie asked politely.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head and tossing away the book. "Why read a stupid book when you can be talking to the one, the only, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah!"

Stephanie rolled her eyes a little, "I'm sorry, but I'd rather not. I would much rather just read my book and not talk to anyone right now."

"What's the matter baby? You're too speechless to speak with me? I know that I'm really a rock-star and a bonafide superstar, but you don't have to be nervous around me," Chris said with a slightly smarmy smile.

Stephanie just looked at him like he had grown two heads. She was not amused by his behavior as she had had enough of guy's behaviors over the past couple of months, especially her brother's. She was tired, and she was angry, and all she wanted was to be alone, but this guy was here, and he was bothering her. She knew him vaguely from his work in WCW, but it wasn't like she was scoping out the competition, so she wasn't quite familiar with his body of work.

He looked cocky enough, his hair in a high ponytail, and a rather sparkly shirt, and the pants, the tight fitting, vinyl pants that he looked poured into. She trained her eyes back up to his face and saw that he was smirking at her rather lecherously, popping an eyebrow, knowing that she was giving him the once over. She gave him a bored look and sat there. She had a boyfriend who she loved, and she was not impressed by this brash "rock-star."

"I'm anything but nervous," she said, her voice starting to pick up some edge. "And trust me, if I was nervous it wouldn't be over you. Anybody ever tell you that you're a pretty boy trying to be tough?"

"No, but there's a first time for everything," Chris said, smiling at her. "You've got spunk, I like that in a girl."

"And you've got attitude, something I DON'T like in a guy, so if you would just leave, I can go and pick up my book that you so rudely tossed away. I don't think that we have anything further to discuss here."

"You don't even know my name," Chris said, coaxing her not to leave.

"I know your name just fine, you're Chris Jericho. And I gotta say, for someone my dad invested quite a bit of time and money on, it doesn't seem all that worth it," she dished out.

Chris gave a rather impressed look, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He had been led to believe that Stephanie was nothing but a goody-goody, or at least that was what came across to him. She dressed conservatively and without flash, and she was not wearing all that much make-up. She was nothing more than a challenge to Chris, but when he looked in her eyes, he saw a certain spark that intrigued him.

"Nice one," he complimented, he could at least give credit where credit was due. "But come on, you want to talk to me, I'm lonely."

"I have a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend," she said bluntly.

"So that's going to put a cramp on what exactly?" Chris asked. "Did I imply that I wanted to bed you? I don't think that I did, but I guess since I'm not recording this conversation I don't know what I said."

"Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you can't just come on to me. I have tons of people who care about me, and they would never let your grubby fingers touch me," Stephanie spat out, standing up and staring him down. "You are disgusting, and I wouldn't let you touch me if you were the last man on Earth and had the last morsel of food, I'd rather starve."

"Well, you sure can get your ire up," Chris said, leaning against the wall behind him. "I didn't ask for your personal commentary on me, but it's nice to know. I plan on making a big splash in the company so you better get acquainted with me."

"Is that some sort of twisted way of hitting on me?"

Chris scoffed, "Are you so obsessed with me that you insist on turning an otherwise innocent conversation into some way to get into bed with me?"

"No," she sneered.

"I can have any woman I want to, any time I want to, and let me tell you, there is no shortage of women in this world that are willing to get into my bed. So you are nothing special, and I wouldn't waste my time trying to hit on you when I could snap my fingers and get anyone I want."

"Then what is your problem!"

"I just wanted to talk to you, is that so wrong?" he asked, batting his eyelashes.

"I don't believe that," she said, going over to pick up her book. Chris tilted his head a little appreciatively, Stephanie was wearing a skirt and she looked damn good in it. She straightened up and he went back to looking nonchalant. She was going to be a challenge, that was for sure, but he always liked a challenge. "So why don't you leave?"

"I have no friends in the company," he pouted, "I thought you would want to be my friend."

"I'm surprised you have friends period," she muttered. "And I have enough friends, thank you."

"No, thank you, that view was magnificent," he winked, and Stephanie looked aghast.

"You were looking at me bending over!" she screeched, and for a second Chris lost all control because that screech was shrill and definitely scary. But he went back to his cool self when he saw the anger in her eyes.

"You were the one giving it, not the other way around," he pointed out. "And I think that I paid you a compliment."

"Calling my ass magnificent is NOT a compliment," Stephanie said, feeling suddenly very self-conscious.

"Geez, someone has high standards," Chris answered. "But don't worry, if I get to see a little bit more, I think that I can come up with a better assessment of your entire being."

"You're…gross!" she yelled.

Chris was about to answer when he saw another figure rush up to Stephanie's side. He expected it to be that horse-face of a boyfriend, but it was her older brother. Stephanie cringed outwardly; her and her brother were not on the best of terms right now. He didn't like Test, and didn't approve of their relationship, and hadn't really from the start. She just wanted to be happy with Andrew, but Shane was trying to see that that never happened.

"What the hell are you doing with my baby sister!" Shane yelled, grabbing a hold of Stephanie's arm.

"I'm not a baby!" Stephanie screamed at him, tearing herself away from him. "I'm a woman!"

"No, you are my baby sister and you always will be, and I won't have her being harassed backstage!"

"I don't know where you get your information from, but I wasn't harassing her, I was simply having a conversation with her," Chris said coolly.

"Look, you just stay the hell away from her, or I will have you fired. I don't give a shit if you are my father's new pet project, you can be fired, and if you lay a hand on Stephanie, then I will see to it your ass is booted from this company so fast."

"Well, it's a good thing that I got such a good agent and an airtight contract isn't it?" Chris said casually. "I think I'm here for a long, long time."

"Shane, just leave ok, I was handling it," Stephanie said, her voice overtly annoyed.

"Handling it? You can't handle anything little girl," Shane said to her.

Stephanie bit her lip in anger, "Stop saying I'm a baby, geez, what the hell is it going to take for you to see that I'm not a little girl?"

"Stephanie, this doesn't concern you. I don't like you Jericho, I didn't like you in WCW, and now I don't like you here, so you better watch your back, because I'll be watching you. Make one wrong move, and you'll see your contract disappear, just like that, remember that Jericho."

"Ok…Boss," Chris said derisively. Shane gave him a dirty look and went to pull Stephanie with him. Stephanie pulled away abruptly and stood her ground. Shane threw up his hands in frustration and walked away, muttering under his breath. "You really shouldn't let him get to you."

"Shut up," Stephanie said, "You don't know anything!"

Stephanie walked away too, leaving Chris by himself for the moment. That was his first real encounter with the McMahon family at its worst, and he found it to be funny. They were crazy, but he liked that. And Stephanie was definitely not bad to look at either; she had a lot of potential. It was also fun to get Shane mad because he acted like a child.

Chris saw another challenge.