I own only my OC

I own only my OC... I don't own anything or anyone WWE related... no matter how
much I wish I did.


Chris stumbled out of bed when he heard his cell phone ringing. He grabbed it and flipped it open.

"Hello" he said in a rough voice.

"Chris." It was her.


"He's not yours."


"That's all you're gonna say?"

"Yeah that's all I'm gonna say... so I hope you, Phil, and your precious little son have a wonderful life together." Chris snarled into the phone, knowing that he was hurting her with his words.

"You're so bitter, what happened to you, Christopher?"

"You happened, Samantha... I'm going back to sleep Mrs. Brooks, if you don't mind"

"Whatever, I just wanted to let you know that you still only have three kids"

"Yeah, thanks, bye"


He hung up.

He crawled back into bed.

"Who was that Chris?" Jessica asked him.

"Sam. The baby's not mine" Chris yawned.

"Oh, that's good" Jessica said as she snuggled up against him.

"Yeah... it's great" Chris said, trying to hide his disappointment.

He had been disappointed ever since Sam chose that dirty, little tattooed punk over him! He had been disappointed ever since that same dirty, little tattooed punk had forgiven Sam! Part of him was disappointed that Jess took him back. Now he was disappointed that because of his arrogance, he had officially lost Sam forever.

It was over.


My little two-shot turned into a four-shot! Thank you to everyone who read this little gem of a story : P I've realized that in the two short stories I've written, I've chosen both Kennedy and Punk over Jericho, but yet I adore everything about the man. That's twisted... but anyway, I've gotten more comfortable with writing one-shots (and in this case, four-shots), so I'll probably have more on the way, as they come to me at 2 o'clock in the morning most of the time. I actually want to do something with Mr. Orton, but I don't know yet...

Oh, and I still have my baby... my story-story "Thank You" where I am much nicer to Jericho!!

Thanks again!!