TakerTakeMe presents... Locked Up!

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Summary: Stephanie and Jericho obviously want each other, but neither one will admit it. The Undertaker, a romantic at heart, decides to play match-maker. Will Steph and Jericho finally realize their true feelings?

A special thanks to El Chacal for your idea about the hidden video footage. I contemplated that in the beginning but I thought you guys would think that was just too freaky, even for the Undertaker. Now that I know otherwise... We'll see!


"Kane, do you know what time it is?" Taker asked groggily when he woke up. He was lying on a couch in his locker room, having slept at the arena the night before.

"Find a clock, ass," Kane replied from somewhere on the floor, and threw his boot at him.

"You little shit," Taker said, and threw the boot back twice as hard.

"Ow!" Kane sat up, rubbing his arm. Then he looked down at his Kim Possible glow-in-the-dark watch. "It's only a little after 7 AM."

"You think our little lovebirds have woken up yet?"

"Go and see," Kane said.

"I think I will," Taker said. He went in the bathroom to get cleaned up and then headed downstairs where he'd left Jericho and Stephanie hours ago.


Jericho and Stephanie were in the middle of making their little memory when the door opened. They didn't notice until someone said, "Well, looks like my plan worked."

"What the hell?" Stephanie moaned. "Taker, what are you doing in here?"

"What, I can't watch the show?" Taker joked, leaning casually in the doorway. "It's not like I can really see anything. That big blanket is in the way."

"Get out!" Jericho yelled, continuing to do his thing. He had gone too far to stop now, even if the Undertaker was watching them.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," Taker said. "But I'm unlocking the door so you guys can leave whenever you're done."

"That's all fine and well, now LEAVE!" Stephanie yelled.

Taker chuckled and left the room, closing the door behind him. It looked like his plan had worked. Now he had to leave it up to Jericho to somehow convince Stephanie to leave Triple H. And if that didn't work... Well, he had his own way of persuading Stephanie to leave her husband... A very visual way...


Stephanie and Jericho got cleaned up and had a quick breakfast.

"I can't believe there's a refrigerator and everything in here," Stephanie said. "That's crazy."

"Looks like Taker planned this whole locked up thing out very well," Jericho said.

"Except for the breakfast food. Did he have to get just Pop Tarts?" she asked.

"Tarts for a tart. Makes sense to me," he said with a laugh. "Ow!" he exclaimed when she punched him lightly.

"Just like you to exaggerrate," she said. They ate some Pop Tarts and then she decided it was time to go.

"Where to, Princess?" he asked as he held the door for her and she walked out.

"To my locker room. I need my cell phone."

"Who ya need to call? All you need is right here," he said as they walked down the dark corridor.

"My husband, of course," she said. She grabbed his hand and held it as they walked. "We need to have a serious talk..."


Taker walked back into his locker room a few minutes later.

"Dude! Do you know what Stephanie and Jericho were doing a few minutes ago?" Kane asked excitedly. He dragged Taker all the way into the room, slammed the door, and dragged him over to the TV, where Stephanie and Jericho were going wild.

"How the hell did you get that?" Taker asked, shaking Kane.

"Um, I turned the TV on and this was recording," Kane said. "I was only trying to watch the morning cartoons but this flipped on so of course I started watching."

"They're probably not doing it now. Did you rewind the tape or something?"

"Yeah," Kane admitted. "But you would have, too. They were going at it like wild rabbits, man!"

"We weren't supposed to watch the tape, dumbass. We were just supposed to use the tape as evidence or whatnot," Taker said. He slapped Kane in the back of the head. "Go get cleaned up and stop being so horny watching this tape."

"I'm sorry, but Stephanie has really grown up," Kane said, carefully covering the front of his pants with both hands. "Have you seen her naked?"

"Yes. She does have an extremely nice body," Taker admitted. "But we want her with Jericho, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kane grumbled, heading over to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go get myself cleaned up."

"Good." Taker stopped the tape and rewinded it to the beginning. When that was done, he ejected it and put it in his duffle bag for safe keeping. If push came to shove, he was going to show Triple H that tape to break up his marriage with Stephanie... But he had a feeling that Jericho had gotten the job done already.


"Stephanie! Where the hell have you been?" Triple H exclaimed as Stephanie walked into her locker room. He was sitting on the couch, and he was angrier than ever. But he was even more angry when Chris Jericho walked in. "Why the hell is he in here? And why are you holding his hand?" he asked, standing up.

"You know as well as I do that this isn't really working out," Stephanie said to Triple H. "I haven't been happy for a long time, and it's because of you."

"Bull shit," Triple H said. "You need to be punished."

"You treat her like shit," Jericho piped up, stepping in front of her and facing him nose to nose. "And now she realizes that she and I were meant to be together."

"I don't fucking understand. You two hated each other yesterday," Triple H said. "How could that have changed in just one day?"

"Just one night," Jericho said.

Triple H raised a brow. "That's right," Stephanie said. "I was with Chris last night. We were locked in a room together and we couldn't get out, and that's how we realized the way we felt."

"Oh, a locked room? You expect me to believe that?" Triple H said with a scoff. "And you realized the way you felt? What does that mean, exactly?"

"I made love to her and she loved it, as much as we love each other," Jericho said. "This only served as a chance for us to realize how much we really love each other."

"Gosh, she's just an easy fuck, Jericho," Triple H said. "You don't love her."

"An easy fuck? Is that what I am?" Stephanie asked.

"Oh please, Steph," Triple H said. "You've always been an easy fuck. I charmed you right out of your drawers when we first met... Actually, you weren't wearing any that first time."

"We can't be together," Stephanie told him shortly. She squeezed Jericho's hand tightly, then started to lead him out the door. "Oh yeah, Hunter, you're gonna be getting your papers served pretty soon...divorce papers."

"Game over," Jericho said with a smile as they exited the room.

"You'll never get another cock as great as mine!" Triple H called after her. "But fuck you. I have other options. I don't need you!" But by then, he was just talking to an empty room and a closed door.