Jericho raced through the backstage halls of the arena carring the limp body of Stephanie McMahon. His heart was racing and he was praying to god that noone spotted him. He had to get her somewheres safe. He couldn't her back to his room at the hotel because he was sharing a room with Jeff Hardy. He couldn't bring her there because he wasn't welcome with the WWF anymore. He didn't want to be with them anymore anyways. So he was running through the halls trying to find one man.
"Shane," he called out. Shane just glared at him. "Okay, okay, I know this looks bad but..."
"This looks bad? This looks more than bad. Is this another mind game your playing on my sister. I'm not in the mood and by the looks of it my sister isn't either. Triple H is back and he is back with the WWF. So I would appreciate you giving me my sister and just leave. Go back to your WWF buddies."
"Go back to the WWF?," Jericho asked astounded. "I can't go back there. I won't go back there."
"Won't?" "Yes. I'm not appreciated over in the WWF especially since the Rock, the god of all gods has come back. Bastard. Anyways I thought I would come over to help the Alliance. It would be a win-win situation."
"So you want to join the Alliance??" Shane asked excitedly.
"Yes. I can't stand it over in WWF anymore. But I don't have anywhere to stay tonight so I thought I could stay with Steph and..."
"Wait. Did you just say you wanted to stay with Steph? This coming from the guy that calls her a trashy hobag everytime he sees her. I thought you hated her?"
"Hate. Shane I love her. I have loved her since the first moment I saw her." Jericho confessed.
Shane smirked. "Well, well, well, you finally admit it. I knew you had alterior motives for joining us."
"Shane I..."
"Don't worry. I don't care. You'll be good for her and the Alliance. Here is her room key. Just promise you won't leave her. She will be hurting."
"I'm not going anywhere."
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