Chapter Thirty-Seven Disclaimer:This is a mature fan fiction, intended for mature readers. This story contains adult situations, some consensual and some not, and adult language, among other things. Some of this is not appropriate for younger readers. Also, I make no claims to any WWE Superstars and/or Divas, past or present. Honestly, if I owned them, I most certainly wouldn't be WRITING about them, ha! I only own a select number of characters in this story, created off the top of my head; the rest are all their own property. Thank you for opting not to sue.
After almost a week off from house shows, personal appearances, and the like, and getting to spend time with his wife, sister, and children, Chris awoke early Monday morning to the smell of bacon frying on the stove. He heard the eager rumbling of his stomach, and heard a woman's laughter behind him. He turned over in bed to see Krys curled up behind him, her eyes still closed and a smirk of amusement on her face.
"I told Kelly how to fry the bacon up exactly so that it wouldn't explode on her," she said, as her eyes opened. "The bugs should be up by now, and on their way out the door to school, which gives us plenty of time to…" She then snuggled up closer to him, and whispered devilishly into his ear. Chris couldn't help but raise one golden eyebrow in amusement at his wife, and she grinned innocently.
"I thought we did plenty of that this whole week or so we've been off, Krys?" he asked teasingly, rolling over so that their bodies were pressed together under the sheets. He felt the softness of one thigh wind itself around his waist, and he smirked at her.
"Darlin', you're stuck with me, you should be used to these things by now," she teased, adjusting herself so that she was now positioned on top of him, straddling him. Chris felt himself harden at the feel of her soft core pressing against him, and he growled low in his throat. With a laugh, she wriggled her hips, grinding against him until he couldn't take it anymore. With surprising speed, Chris rolled the two of them over so that he was now on top of her, ignoring her squeal of surprise. "So I take it you're not objecting to my offer?" she asked innocently, looking up into his now-dark blue eyes.
"Of course I'm not," he said with a grin, then… "What am I to you, Krys?"
Krys frowned up at him, confused. "What?"
"I know I'm your husband and all, but…what am I to you?" He got a sly smirk to his face and, getting his meaning, Krys grinned as well.
"Well shit, if you really wanna know…you're the king of my world!"
"You know I'm a sucker when you're stroking my ego," he said with another sly smirk, before lowering his face to hers to drown out her moan of pleasure.
Later that afternoon, Krys was finishing up packing her things, throwing random pairs of jeans into the suitcase when she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes. Pausing to grin, she reached her fingers back and dug them into the armpit of her mystery friend, laughing when she heard a squeal of surprise. The hands removed themselves from her eyes, and she turned around, coming face to face with Kelly.
"Hey sis, you feeling any better?" she asked, absently rubbing the spot under her arm where Krys tickled her. "I mean, there's no sickness or anything, is there?"
Krys grinned and tossed one more pair of jeans into the suitcase before turning back to face her sister-in-law. "If I didn't know any better, Kel, I'd think you wanted either me or your brother to stick around for a little while longer so you could run off with your precious Ville." She grinned wickedly, and Kelly shrugged her shoulders in response, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Well, it wasn't just to see Ville; you know, I was worried about you and your condition, too, you know," she said quietly, taking a seat on the bed and crossing her legs Indian-style. "Chris won't ever admit it to you, but I've heard him telling Adam and Jason about your pregnancy and all, and I can tell he's worried."
"Aw jeez, now he's gonna have Adam and Jay worrying about me too?" Suddenly irritated, Krys snatched up a camisole and tossed it into the suitcase, then flopped down next to Kelly, pouting. "I swear, with Chris, Benny, and now Adam and Jason running around, looking out for me while I'm on the road, and you at home, I'll never get a moment's peace to myself. Sometimes that brother of yours worries entirely too much."
"Of course he does," Kelly said consolingly, placing a hand on Krys' shoulder, "but that's his way of showing you that he cares. Trust me, if he's hovering waaaaaaaay too much, it means that he's concerned and that he's elated. Seriously, Kryssie, my brother's over the moon about this baby, and he wants to make sure you're as comfortable as possible during this whole thing." She then got a serious look to her face. "Speaking of Vince, have you talked to him about you being pregnant?"
"Yeah, and he's already talked to Eric and the Creative team, and they're planning on working it into a storyline between Chris and Cena," she said. The idea of finally being involved in a storyline with her husband that involved something other than being eye candy was exciting to her, but she did not like the idea of announcing to the world that she and Chris were expecting a baby, and have it exploited, milked for all it was worth for rabid wrestling fans all over the world to drool over.
Kelly seemed to sense Krys' hesitation at going through with the storyline, and she patted her sister-in-law's shoulder encouragingly. "Hey, if Chris is willing to go through with it, and the others are willing to go through with it, then you have nothing to worry about, sis, I'm sure of it. Chris wouldn't put you—either of you—in danger for some stupid storyline."
Krys could tell that Kelly was completely serious about everything that she was telling her, and she decided to put her own doubts to rest for the moment, opting to go with the flow for once, instead of constantly worrying about things that could go wrong. She smiled over at Kelly, and said, "Don't sweat it, Kel, I'm not gonna stress too much about it. If anything goes wrong, god have mercy on whomever the unfortunate soul is that's responsible for anything happening to me." Both she and Kelly grinned at each other, knowing how bad Chris' temper could get if he was pushed too far. In the midst of their giggles, they were interrupted by the tapping on the doorjamb.
"I'm sorry to interrupt the girl-chat hour," Chris said jokingly, tapping at his watch, "but Krys, if we're gonna make that flight out by one, we'd better get a move on. You all packed up and ready to go?"
"Yep, it's just this bag. All my toiletries and that crap are inside the bag too." Slamming the case shut and zipping it up, Krys went to go pull it off the bed, but both Chris and Kelly stopped her. "Oh for God's sake, you guys, I can lift my own freakin' suitcase. I'm not that far along where I can't do anything."
"Humor me, gorgeous," Chris said, grunting as he lifted the case off of the bed and set it down on the floor. "Good lord, woman, what the hell did you pack in here?! We're only gonna be gone a few days; you didn't need to bring your entire wardrobe!"
"Well I wasn't sure about what was gonna fit me anymore, since I'm kinda expecting yet another baby," she said defensively, through gritted teeth, and Chris knew that he had struck a nerve. "I'm sorry if my concern over my impending weight growth is inhibiting your ability to lift heavy objects."
Knowing that he had been in the wrong, Chris ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. "Sorry, babe—" he started, but Krys cut him off.
"I'll be waiting in the car," she said stonily, giving Kelly a one-armed hug, then turning on her heel and marching from the room and storming down the stairs before Chris could get another word out.
Brother and sister merely looked at one another, before Kelly put her hands up, in mock surrender. "Thank God I'm not in her situation right now."
WWE Monday Night RAW – Binghamton, New York
"Hey, Krys!" Krys looked up at the sound of her name being called and nearly groaned as she saw John Cena walking towards him. Not spotting Chris anywhere near her, as he had gone off to RAW General Manager Eric Bischoff's office to film a promo, and not wanting to be seen as a rude little bitch and walk off after he had already spotted her, Krys was stuck where she was, and had no choice but to greet Cena back.
"Hey, I tried to call you all weekend, but you didn't pick up your phone," he said to her once he stopped in front of her. Krys had to fight down the urge to tell him that her phone had been on; it just had been that she had no desire whatsoever to talk to him, because she knew what he was going to try to pull. When she couple that with the fact that she had spent the entire weekend with her children and being confined to bed by her husband (not that that was entirely a bad thing; most of the time she wasn't alone, and the bed had been put to extremely good use during those times where she had been forced to 'rest'), all in all, she hadn't bothered to take the time to talk to Cena.
"Yeah, uh, I was really busy with Chris, my sister-in-law, and my kids," she said matter-of-factly. "And if you wanted to talk to me for the same reasons you've been trying to talk to me, John, you may as well save your breath and your minutes. Off-camera, I'm not interested in you, and I don't want anything to do with you other than professionally."
"Krys, come on, give me a chance," he started, but she cut him off.
"What don't you get, Cena? I'M NOT INTERESTED. I don't want you, how hard is that to understand? I'm sure your being champion has inflated your ego a little bit, along with the fact that some girls can't seem to help falling all over you because of who you are, but I'm not one of them. I'm happily married, and I'm flattered, I really am, but…but you've got to stop this, John. Seriously, for your sake as well as mine." Feeling her head swim with nausea, she excused herself and ducked into the Divas' locker room, rushing to find the nearest empty stall to puke her guts out.
Once her stomach had been emptied of all the bile (and part of her lunch), she flushed the toilet and stumbled weakly from the stall to the nearest sink to rinse her mouth out. She splashed cool water on her face, enjoying the feel of the cool water against her hot flesh, then turned the spigot off and reached out for the paper towel dispenser to dry her face.
Leaving the bathroom area of the locker room, she moved into the locker room area of the room, and lay down on one of the benches, closing her eyes and willing the world to stop spinning. A few moments later, she opened her eyes in time to see Cena standing over her.
"Cena, what the hell are you—"
Before she could continue yelling at him, Cena had planted his lips over hers, kissing her hard. Due to the fact that she had been lying on the bench to get her head straight, she was trapped between Cena and the bench, and she was sure he had no intention of letting her go anywhere. She tried to raise her arms up to push him away, but he kept her arms pinned at her sides with ease, ignoring her whimpers and growls of anger, until she bit him hard on the lip. He let her go immediately, pushing himself away from her and licking at his lower lip, cursing under his breath. When he turned back around to face her, she slapped him hard across the face, with enough force to spin his head to the side.
"GET OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, CENA, I'LL TELL VINCE!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, her cheeks a bright, angry red. Cena simply smirked at her, then eased out, one hand still holding his cheek where she had struck him. She didn't face him as he walked out, but as the door closed behind him, she sank back down onto the bench and buried her head in her hands, a nauseating feeling overtaking her that had nothing to do with her pregnancy.
"Krys?" A knock sounded at the door, and Krys was relieved to hear the sound of Benoit's voice. She stood to her feet wearily and walked over to the door and pulled it open. The Canadian's face was full of concern, and his eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone else was in the room with her, before moving back to Krys' weary one.
"There's nobody in here, Ben," she said quietly. Benoit's eyes narrowed.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't feel too well…" Benoit lifted his hand and pressed it to her forehead, then against her cheek, evaluating her temperature, before cursing under his breath.
"Krys, you don't look so great, what's the matter?"
"Cena was in here and…" She could see the look on Benoit's face, and she stopped dead. "I ran him off, Ben, don't worry. But it's just…the way he acts around me…it's literally making me sick…" She wrapped her arms around herself, and Benoit hugged her as well.
"Do you want me to go find Chris for you?"
"Could you, please? If you find him, just let him know I'm lying down in the locker room, please? I'm really not feeling too good right now…"
"No problem." Benoit set off down the hall and turned a corner, leaving Krys to close the door and go to lay back on the bench and close her eyes, just wondering why in the hell Cena kept coming back for more after she'd turned him down so many times…and why she couldn't keep herself from enjoying the attention.
After making sure that Krys was fine, and being reassured by both the on-hand WWE doctor and Krys herself that she was fine, Chris was on the warpath for John Cena. Benoit, Adam, Jason, and even Chavo Guerrero all tried to calm Chris down, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he'd heard when Benoit had sought him out had been that Krys was not feeling well after some kind of interaction with Cena, and he nearly went ballistic.
He stalked the hallways of the Broome County Veterans Memorial Arena, the site of that week's RAW, his blue eyes snapping a wintry Arctic fire as he glared around, looking for Cena, all four men trailing behind him in a futile attempt to calm him down. Finally, just as he was about to go barging up to Cena's locker room and beat the living hell out of him, he found him in Catering, getting a bottle of water, the WWE Championship spinner belt displayed arrogantly on his shoulder. He wore a look of amusement on his face as Jericho and his entourage came up to him, Jericho's eyes a cold, furious blue.
"Well well, Jericho, this is a surprise," Cena said pleasantly, turning around and facing the group of men. "I know we already went over our match earlier today, so that can't be why you came to see me, and with so many friends, too! What's up, man?"
"Cena, I've had enough of this pathetic fucking game you're pulling," Jericho growled through clenched teeth. He leaned close to Cena, and each man's eyes were boring into the others as they stared at one another. "I'm going to tell you one time, and one time only, and this is the last time: stay away from my wife. She doesn't want you; she's made that painfully clear. For your own safety, leave her alone, or else."
John placed the bottle of water on the table, and readjusted the championship over his shoulder, pretending that Jericho's words weren't fazing him in the slightest. But when he finally turned back to face Jericho, he got right in his face, and both men's eyes were a frigid shade of blue. "Are you threatening me, Jericho?"
"It's not a threat, Cena, it's a promise. Leave my wife alone."
Cena gave Jericho an evil smirk. "And what if she doesn't want me to leave her alone? What if she's just playin' you, keeping up appearances to you, when in actuality, it's me she really dreams about at night? What if it's my name she really wants to scream out when you're—?"
Chavo, Benoit, Adam, and Jason all had to grasp Chris by every part of his body to keep him from leaping on Cena and beating the high holy hell out of him. Cena watched the scene with amusement, another nasty smirk curving his lips, then grabbed his bottle of water back up and turned his back on the four men struggling to hold Jericho back. "Love to continue this little chat, Jericho, but I've got prior obligations. You know, as the WWE Champion and the figurehead for this company, I've got more important things to worry about than an insecure husband. See you in the ring for our match later." He gave a mock two-fingered salute to the Canadians and Chavo, and walked off, arrogance pouring from every inch of his body.
Once he was out of sight, the four men let Jericho go reluctantly, and he glared at each one of them. "Why the hell did you stop me?!" he demanded.
"Do you really want to start a fight with Cena now of all times, right before you're on your way out of the company, Chris?" Jason demanded.
"Did you hear him, Jay?" Chris snapped. "He's literally talking about fucking my wife! Did you think that I'm just going to sit here and take his shit?"
"Calm down, Chris," Adam said quietly. "Of course we heard him, and we all wanna kick his ass. Trust me on that. But if you're gonna do anything, Chris, do it out in the ring; you'll have a legitimate excuse for beating the hell out of him."
"Adam and Jason are right, Jericho," said Benoit. "Of course you want to get your hands on him, but think about the consequences. The bad far outweighs the good in this case. Just remember that you and Krys both know that she has no interest in Cena other than for storyline purposes. If anything, she feels the same way about him that she does about Orton. As long as you firmly believe in the fact that she's going to remain faithful to you, then everything he says is just bullshit."
He deliberated their words for a few moments, then nodded his head. "Yeah, you guys are right; I know Krys has no interest in him. I just don't know why it frustrates me so damn much now, of all times." He ran a hand through his hair, anger giving way to frustration.
Chavo clapped a hand on his shoulder. "It could just be the fact that you guys have been through so much together that you get set off at the slightest thing that looks like somebody's gonna go after her."
"Yeah, you might be right," Chris admitted. Benoit checked his watch, and motioned to the guys to get running.
"It's almost time for the show to start; we'd better get going," he said, while the others agreed and went their separate ways as the opening pyrotechnics display for RAW blasted, signaling the start of the show.
WWE RAW – Backstage Segment
Krys was making her way through the arena, a bottle of Wild Cherry Pepsi in her arms and a smile on her face. Her hair, black streaked with red, fanned out behind and around her as she moved, as she walked back to Chris Jericho's locker room. She walked past John Cena, who called out to her, making her turn around as he caught up to her.
"Hey," he said quickly, grinning at her.
Though she couldn't help but be repulsed by him being so close to her, she gritted her teeth, curving her mouth upward into a smile. "Hey yourself," she greeted back, then folded her arms across her chest in a casual manner as she glanced up at him. "What's up?"
"I wanted to let you know, I had a really great time last week with you after the show," he said to her in his smooth voice, and, though she tried not to be affected by it, started to smile again despite herself. "I was wondering if we could hang out again sometime this week."
"I'm not sure," she finally admitted, "Chris and I have plans to go out tonight after the show's over."
Cena shrugged. "That's fine; some other time, then." Just as she turned to continue on her way, Cena called back, "What if I told you I knew this great restaurant in the area, and we could catch dinner or something before my match tonight? Just you and me."
She gave him a small, shy smile. "I'll think about it."
Cena smiled at her again, then hoisted his WWE Championship over his shoulder, turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving Krys standing down the hall from Jericho's locker room. Finally, after about a moment or two of staring off after Cena's retreating form, she remembered where she was supposed to be headed off to, and continued on her way to Chris' locker room, where she walked in on him psyching himself up for his match later that night. She silently handed him his bottle of soda, and dropped down onto the sofa behind her.
"What's with you?" he asked, sitting down next to her.
She looked up at him with a smile on her face. "Cena asked to hang out with me again."
Chris frowned. "He asked you out last week, too. And we have plans tonight."
"Relax, dude, I told him I'd already had plans with you…but that I'd think about it," she said in a whisper, her cheeks heating up again. The action did not go unnoticed by Jericho, whose eyes narrowed and he slammed the bottle of Pepsi down on the table next to the sofa.
"My match is coming up soon, we'd better hurry up," he said coldly, yanking her to her feet and out of the locker room as the show went to a commercial break.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match!" Justin Roberts announced into the microphone to the WWE fans. "Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the team of Tyson Tomko and Christian!" Christian came strutting out first, with his "problem solver" Tyson Tomko slowly walking behind him, the two of them making their way down the ramp as the crowd booed them wholeheartedly. They entered the ring and Christian bounced around on his toes, awaiting the arrival of his former tag team partner, Jericho, and his partner, the newcomer to Monday Night RAW, John Cena.
Finally, "BREAK THE WALLS DOWN!" shot out through the arena, and the fans all cheered as loudly as they could as the cameras zoomed to the TitanTron and the outline of Jericho. "And the opponents… Introducing first; born in Manhasset, New York, and being accompanied to the ring by Krys, Chris Jericho!"
Jericho made his way down the ramp, his blonde hair damp from slicking it with water. Krys stayed by Jericho's side the entire way, but Chris ignored her, keeping his eyes on Christian the entire time. He got into the ring and stared Christian down, still ignoring Krys, who had remained on the outside instead of making her way into the ring to join him. He stood in his corner, talking trash to Christian, as the familiar horns started to blare.
"My Time Is Now" then began playing, and the WWE fans got even more excited, as the WWE Champion himself made his way out to the ring, his championship held high in the air. The camera panned over to Krys, who wore a huge, beaming smile on her face as Cena entered the ring and appealed to the fans, almost as if she were enthralled with the champion already. Chris was too busy talking trash with Christian and Tomko, who by that point had gotten out of the ring in order to let Cena appeal to the crowd, and Cena soon joined Jericho in trash-talking Christian and his problem solver. Christian and Tomko climbed up onto the ring apron, Christian and Jericho entered the ring together, and with a ring of the bell, the match was on.
Chris took an early advantage over Christian, punching him and kicking him in the gut until the other Canadian was backed into a corner, and still dominating him. He knocked Christian to the mat, ignoring the referee's warnings to let him out of the corner, and instead continued with punches and kicks. He pulled Christian to his feet, then Irish Whipped him into the ropes, and when Christian came back, he followed through with an elbow to Christian's sternum, knocking him back down. He went to pull Christian to his feet again, but Christian fought out of Jericho's hold, and kicked him in the gut. He then ran Jericho into the ropes, but Jericho slid out under Christian's legs and jumped to his feet behind him, and connected with a Flash Back, dropping his old rival to the mat.
He then pounced on Christian, mounting him and pummeling him with punches. Christian kicked him off of him again, pulled Christian to his feet and tried for a Scoop Slam, but Christian jumped out of it before he could complete it, and when Jericho turned around, went for a move. Jericho blocked it and pulled Christian's feet out from under him, trying for the Walls of Jericho, almost locking it in. Before Chris could get the Walls locked in, Christian kicked him off and rushed over to tag in Tomko. Tomko tried to attack Chris right off the bat, but Chris ducked his attack and connected with a few chops, his hand slapping against Tomko's chest, prompting the crowd to yell out "Wooooooo!" He then waited for Tomko to get to his feet, then landed a dropkick on the larger man, He then turned to Cena, who had his hand outstretched, and reluctantly tagged him in.
Cena climbed into the ring to a huge pop from the crowd, and immediately went after Tomko, the two of them brawling in the corner. While Jericho watched from his spot in the corner, Cena threw Tomko into the ropes, and met him with a vicious back elbow to the chin when he came bounding back. After yelling a taunt to Christian, who had been standing on the ropes, trash-talking him right back, Cena turned back around, hooked Tomko's arm over his head and lifted him, giving him a vertical suplex, then went for a cover, but only succeeded in getting a two-count.
After he got back to his feet, Cena backed Tomko into the turnbuckle and Irish Whipped him diagonally across the ring to the opposite corner, then propelled himself across the ring, meeting him with another elbow to the face and jaw. He went to whip Tomko again, but Tomko reversed it, sending the champion into the ropes and running after him. Cena countered by lifting his feet up, kicking Tomko head-on in the face as he rushed towards him, then leaped onto the ropes and leaped off, clotheslining Tomko to the mat.
He then threw Tomko into the ropes, pummeling him again, before running to the ropes and clotheslining him over the top rope to the mat outside. It was then that Chris climbed back into the ring to head off Christian, who had entered the ring to try and ambush Cena. He kicked Christian in the gut, then he and Cena both lifted Christian above their heads and tossed him over the top rope onto Tomko. Krys quickly scrambled out of the way to safety as the two men tossed Christian onto his problem solver and the two tumbled to the mat, while Cena and Jericho took in the approval from the Binghamton audience as the show went to a commercial break.
Upon coming back from the commercial break, Cena was in trouble, being beaten down against the ropes by Christian. The Canadian waved his hand in his face, mocking Cena's "You Can't See Me" gimmick, then whipped him into the ropes. Just as Christian dipped his head to flip Cena over, Cena countered with a kick to the gut, then hit a flying shoulder tackle, taking him to the mat.
The two men quickly shot back up to their feet, and Christian was the first to attempt a punch, but Cena blocked it and retorted with one of his own. He tried again, and again Cena blocked it. Christian whipped him into the ropes and made to hit Cena with a shoulder block, but Cena went to hit him with a flying shoulder tackle, and the men collided in the center of the ring and dropped down together, and Cena leaped onto Christian, but only got a two count.
Christian dug his shoulder into Cena's gut, backing him up into the corner turnbuckle, where Chris slapped the WWE Champion's shoulder, tagging himself back into the match. He pulled Christian off of Cena, backed him into the ropes and chopped him across the chest before shooting him off against the ropes, and Christian reversed the Irish Whip, sending Chris across the ring. But Jericho came shooting back, and knocked Christian back down to the mat with a forearm and pounced on him again, driving his fists into every inch of his former tag partner that he could find. Christian beat him to his feet and met him with a kick to the gut, then rushed over to tag Tomko back in. Tomko came charging towards Jericho, who cut him off with a spinning heel kick, dropping him to the mat, then turned back towards Christian, grabbing him through the ropes and punching him around the head. Christian tried to fight him off, and the referee tried to pull Jericho off of Christian as well; when he finally succeeded, Jericho turned around and was met with a big boot courtesy of Tomko, knocking him down and sending him rolling to the outside.
While Chris was out the outside with Christian, holding his jaw, Cena entered the ring to get his hands on Tomko, but the referee was having none of it, pushing Cena back and separating the two men. With the referee distracted with Cena and Tomko trying to get at one another, Christian picked Jericho up and threw him chest-first into the padded guardrail.
Upon seeing one of his opponents hurting on the outside, Tyson Tomko climbed out of the ring and grabbed Jericho up, ramming him back first into the ring apron, then carelessly threw him back into the ring. Once back in the ring, Tomko yanked Jericho towards him, taking him off his feet with a monstrous clothesline, then mounted him and punched him repeatedly around the face, then followed up with a pinfall, but only getting a two count. Tomko tagged Christian in, and Captain Charisma entered the ring. Tomko gripped Jericho's hands behind his back, and Christian kicked him in his gut.
Christian then followed up with a shot to the face, dropping the King of the World to the mat, then stood on his throat, ignoring the referee's counts until he got to four, then broke the choke. As Jericho sat up, Christian jumped behind him and locked in a chinlock, prompting the crowd to start a "Y2J" chant, as Chris started to fight to his feet.
Jericho punched Christian once, twice, three times, trying to fight back, but with one shot, Christian knocked Jericho back down onto one knee, then went running for the ropes. He came back, and Jericho took his legs out from under him, the two of them brawling once more. He got off of Christian and the two of them got to their feet, but Christian had no sooner got to his feet when Jericho slapped a chop across his chest; he went for another but Christian reversed it and hooked his head underneath his arm and dropped him down, connecting with a reverse DDT. He then picked Jericho up and shoved him into his corner, then turned around and taunted Cena, while, behind the referee's back, Tomko took the opportunity to choke Jericho, much to Krys' and Cena's chagrin.
While Cena and Krys both argued with the referee to turn around and watch what their opponents were doing behind his back, Christian and Tomko were double teaming Jericho, wailing on him with punches and kicks until he was down in the corner. With Cena back in his corner, Christian turned around and tagged Tomko in, and the big man entered, pulling Jericho to his feet and into the middle of the ring. He kicked Jericho in the gut, then tried for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Jericho slid off of his back, and when Tomko turned around, Jericho landed a running enzuigiri, dropping Tomko to the mat, Jericho not far behind him.
"COME ON, CHRIS!" Cena yelled from his corner, his hand outstretched as Jericho slowly inched toward him. Krys slapped her hands on the mat, urging Jericho back to his own corner, and with one great leap, the men's hands slapped together, and Jericho rolled out of the ring, letting "The Champ" take over.
Cena climbed into the ring to the roar of delight from the RAW crowd, immediately launching himself past Tomko and towards Christian, elbowing him off of the ring apron, then turned his attention towards Tomko, taking him down with a clothesline after clothesline, and a flying shoulder tackle. He shot Tomko off the ropes, and flew after him, landing a flying arm drag that sent Tomko reeling. He turned just in time to spot Christian about to leap off the top rope, and took his chance the instant he jumped off the top rope. He drove his fist into his gut as he came down, the impact flipping Christian onto his back, then, once Christian got to his feet, Jericho came charging at him and took both himself and Christian over the top rope to the outside, leaving Cena in the ring alone with Tomko.
Tomko tried to land a punch on Cena, but Cena ducked it and lifted Tomko off his feet and spun his body around, connecting with a spinning powerbomb. He made his way to Tomko's head, threw out his right hand, and waved it in front of his face, and he and the crowd yelled simultaneously, "YOU CAN'T SEE ME!" Cena ran towards the ropes and back to Tomko, brushing the salt off his shoulder, then dropped a fist onto Tomko. The big man got to his feet again, and Cena was ready to spring. He hoisted him up onto his shoulders and off again, dropping Tomko onto his back and leaped onto the prone man's body for the pinfall. The referee counted the pinfall, and as his hand came down for the three count, the crowd roared again, and Cena jumped to his feet as the bell rang and "My Time is Now" began playing.
Krys climbed into the ring and Cena grabbed her up in a hug, celebrating his and Jericho's win. He put her down as Justin Roberts proclaimed him and Jericho the winners of the match. He held his arms up, one arm holding the WWE Championship and the other doing the Word Life hand sign, while Krys stepped back, applauding his victory, the huge beaming smile still on her face.
But in one instant, the smile was wiped off her face, and replaced with a look of shock. Jericho climbed into the ring and attacked Cena, driving his arm into his back and knocking him down to the mat. Jericho stood over Cena for a moment, then booted him in the head. The crowd started to boo Jericho this time, and Jericho ran into the ropes and back towards Cena's body, sliding down to the mat and dropkicking him under the bottom rope to the outside mat.
Krys yelled at Chris, demanding to know what the hell he was doing, but he ignored her, instead sliding out of the ring to where Cena lay on the outside. He pulled the protective padding off of the steel guardrail, then hauled Cena to his feet and slammed Cena's head on the guardrail. Krys stood in the middle of the ring, frozen, rooted to the spot, watching Chris take out his unknown anger on the WWE Champion, unable to comprehend why Chris was attacking him.
Jericho then grabbed Cena by the arm and sent him propelling into the steel stairs, where he smacked against the stairs with a sickening crash, but Jericho still was not going to relent. He pounced on the fallen Cena, grabbing his legs and turning him onto his back, locking in the Walls of Jericho, torqueing his back and taking in Cena's screams of agony.
It was then that Krys regained the feeling in her legs, and she launched herself out of the ring, joining the referees in yelling at Chris to let Cena go, to break the submission hold.
For Chris, this was pure elation. Though he remembered that he was doing this for storyline purposes, he couldn't help but let a little bit of his real-life frustration and anger at Cena for trying to lure his wife away from him take hold, to get out all of the aggression and irritation at the other man that he'd held. He saw Krys in front of him, playing her role to a T, begging him to let go of the champion, and he saw red. He took extreme savage pleasure in hearing Cena scream his head off, and he wasn't about to let go.
Finally, he let go of the hold and jumped at the referees, making them retreat, them made his way over to the championship. He stared at the championship longingly, almost obsessively, then back at the scene before him, and nearly lost his composure. There was Krys, knelt down on the mat beside Cena, cradling his head in her lap while he held his back and groaned in pain. He threw the championship back down onto the ring apron, then strode over and grabbed Krys by the arm and roughly pulling her away from Cena, ignoring her yelp of pain.
As the cameras went to commercial break, Krys cast one last concerned look over her shoulder at the hurting Cena, still clutching at his back, as Jericho dragged her up the entryway to the back.
When the show came back from the commercial break, Jericho had just cornered Eric Bischoff backstage. While Krys stood a few feet behind the two men, glaring at Chris while she nursed her jarred shoulder, Jericho grasped Bischoff's shoulders. "Did you see what I did out there, Eric? Does that warrant me a match?! Are you gonna change your mind, huh? Because I made it a personal issue, Eric; there's room for me—"
"You've convinced me," Bischoff said, speaking over Jericho demanding whether or not he had seen what he had done. "You definitely deserve an opportunity to compete for the WWE Championship."
"Hold on a second!" came Christian's angry yell from out of nowhere. All three heads whipped around to see Christian and Tomko come walking up angrily. "What are you talking about?! That's my title shot!"
"It's my title shot now!" Jericho cut in angrily. The two of them started going back and forth, yelling at each other and the RAW General Manager about who was the rightful number one contender to the WWE Championship, arguing about whether or not Bischoff had changed his mind, until finally…
"Hold it!" Bischoff yelled, stepping between the two Canadians, and throwing his hands up in a T for time out. "I'm not taking anything away from you." Both men fell silent at once, Christian only whining, "I'm on a roll, Eric!"
"As a matter of fact, what I'm going to do is add Chris Jericho to the match." Christian groaned, and Bischoff continued on, "That's right; at Vengeance, it's going to be Chris Jericho versus Christian versus John Cena for the WWE Championship in a Triple Threat Match!"
Both men nodded their head in understanding. "Are you happy?" he demanded to Christian, who nodded his head. "Are you happy?" he demanded to Jericho, who nodded his head as well.
"Yeah, I'm happy with that, I can live with that—" All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, Cena launched himself into the fray, and him and Jericho started brawling on the floor. Krys, Bischoff, Christian, and Tomko all scurried out of the way of the two brawling men, who were completely oblivious to anything but each other. Fists flew everywhere, and WWE officials and referees all swooped down on the two men, breaking them apart. Still trying to kick at Jericho, Cena yelled out, "You wanna go to war?! I'll take you to war! Come on, you son of a bitch, you wanna make it personal, I'll make it personal!"
He broke away from the officials, and launched himself at Jericho once more, and the two continued their fight, and everyone scrambled to break them up again. "Wait till Vengeance!" Jericho bellowed as they were pulled apart once more. "You wait till Vengeance!"
"You wanna attack me from behind?!" Cena bellowed back as Jericho was pulled off down the hall, Krys finally entering the melee, albeit reluctantly, and helped them to pull Jericho away as well. "You wanna go to war?! I'll take you to war! I'LL TAKE YOU TO WAR!"