AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, m/m/f
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the wrestlers, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality, this is just fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame and Kriket, others please ask first.
SPOILERS: No Way Out PPV, Raw (2-18) and Smackdown(2-21-02)
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Fear." What really happens when Austin is thrown into jail, and Jericho's meets a couple
of melons in his quest to be the biggest bitch in the WWF.
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Austin's grin was almost psychotic as he sipped his beer while he waited for Vince's three stooges to get through
reading their "heart-felt" apologies to the Rock. What a crock of shit.
"Bastards," Austin growled under his breath, while he plotted his revenge.
He would never forget what those three clowns did Monday to him, but he knew that they weren't smart enough
to plan something that perfect.
'Taker.
Fuck, it had been 'Taker behind Monday's little scheme.
Steve shivered as he remembered being placed into the isolated cell with the two huge bikers. The guards smirking
as they left him alone. A perfect setup.
He remembered being shoved against the cold, unforgiving, concrete wall as one of the men held him and the
other quickly stripped him. He remembered the fear that he had felt as the largest one leaned in and whispered in
his ear.
"Mark sends his regards. Also, he said that if you ever touch his bitch again, he'll kill you."
Steve throws the beer out of the window as he remembers the rape. It had been brutal, but at least it was quick.
Debra and J.R. had finally managed to make bail for him. He had a feeling Mark was responsible for that taking
so long, too.
He had thought that Mark had gotten his revenge at No Way Out when the NWO sabotaged his match with
Jericho, letting the little blond hair bitch retain his title. But no, he had to take it a step further, didn't he? An eye for
an eye. A rape for a rape. Well paybacks were gonna be a bitch.
Steve squirmed anxiously in his seat, gripping the steering wheel hard. Maybe he had been wrong in raping Chris,
but two wrongs don't make a right. He was going to apologize to Chris, but not now. Forget his stunners, the
NWO was going to feel his wrath tonight, and then Mark.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chris shivered as he watched Steve drive to the ring in his truck. Damn, he looked pissed about something.
There was one thing for sure, he was glad that he was no where near that ring. He watched as Kevin ran and
breathed a sigh of relief that the big man had gotten away from the crazed Rattlesnake.
Chris shivered as he turned off the monitor. The last thing that he wanted to see was Steve Austin, the man who
had raped him.
Chris looked into the mirror. He was the undisputed champion. He was larger than life. He was a living legend.
He shrugged his shoulders as he once again regained his cocky attitude.
At least Kurt lost the right to face him at Wrestlemania. Therefore, he didn't have Stephanie and Vince to contend
with. Kurt had been so damn cocky with Stephanie and Mr. McMahon by his side, but he still lost to Hunter fair
and square. Chris smirked. How ironic was that?
Bored, he clicked back on the monitor to see what Austin was up to. He lifted an eyebrow as Stephanie strolled
down the ramp to the ring. Damn, how does she walk with those melons? Talk about being a little "top heavy."
Chris smiled as the bitch bulb in his head clicked on. He knew that he would need help in fighting Hunter, and
lately Mark hadn't been there to help him. Yeah, he had sent the NWO to back him up, but frankly he didn't trust
them. Well, maybe Kevin. Chris felt tingly as he thought of the blond giant, but quickly dismissed that idea from his
head. Mark would kill both of them if they fucked around, but Stephanie was different.
The little princess. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner?
Chris grabbed his belts and headed towards the ring. As he rounded a corner, he ran smack into Steve Austin,
who had a semi-conscious Scott Hall in tow.
Chris quickly backed away as Steve smiled at him.
"What's wrong Chris? You don't look happy to see me," Steve growled.
"Leave me alone," Chris whimpered as he ran down the hall, Steve's laughter echoing in his head.
"I'll catch you and your sweet ass later!" Steve shouted.
Chris was out of breath by the time he reached the curtains, he glanced over his shoulders to make sure Steve
wasn't following him. He paused and regained his composure before signaling the special effects guy to hit his
music.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Stephanie growled as the familiar music filled the arena.
Chris Jericho.
She felt her hatred for the man practically seeth throughout her entire body. He had been the one that started all
those nasty rumors about her. Lies! All of them.
She might be a manipulative, conniving bitch, but she was a faithful one.
She watched her arch enemy casually stroll to the ring. God, she hated his new cocky attitude. But even she had
to admit that he had a cute ass. The kind you just want to cup and squeeze as he is on top, pounding away inside
of you.
Stephanie tore her eyes away from him temporarily. She was getting hot and bothered on national TV.
As he jerked the microphone from her hands, she felt like slapping him.
She listened to him apologize and tell her that he only did it for the fans. She smiled as he said that he admired her.
Being the gracious, kind woman that she was, she accepted his apology and told him that she would help him
retain his titles. That they could be more than friends.....they would be business partners.
Stephanie smiled to herself. She had wanted Jericho for so long and here he was. She wasn't stupid and neither
was he. This was more than a business proposition. He needed her services and protection, and she was looking
for a replacement in her bed. Chris was everything that Hunter was not. She needed a change.
She smiled as she motioned for Chris to join her at the announce table. She felt sick as Hunter's music hit. And to
think that she had given this man, this nobody, almost two years of her life.
She loved the look on Hunter's face as he glared at her and then to Chris.
'Oh yes,' Stephanie thought, 'You weren't that hard to replace.' From now on out, it was Chris who was going to
be getting all of her special services.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Undertaker growled as he watched Chris sitting at ring side with Stephanie. What the fuck was the little bitch
up to now?
He growled as he answered his cell phone.
"We can't find Scott!" Hogan screamed on the other end.
"Find Austin and you find Scott," 'Taker growled as he rolled his eyes and clicked the phone off. "Idiots."
The idiots had messed up his plans big time with the Rock. He had wanted them to beat Rock, but not fucking
annihilate him. Hell, he had wanted to fuck him not bury him.
He shrugged his shoulders. He was still playing mind games with Flair, the chicken shit who was too cowardly to
fight him. Maybe if he pissed him off enough, Flair just might accept his challenge.
He started his bike and headed to ring, smiling as he realized that he was just in time to save Chris' pretty little ass.
Not that Chris was going to get off easy. He was going to ride his bitch hard for aligning himself with Stephanie.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chris and Stephanie stumbled to the back together. The roar of 'Taker's bike echoed behind them.
Stephanie stopped and whirled around. "Thank you, Mark!" She screamed as she hugged the huge expressionless
man as he got off the bike.
"Anytime Stephanie," Mark growled as he pulled Chris to him, smiling at how his body was trembling. "Hunter
hurt you?"
Chris quickly shook his head as he relaxed in Mark's embrace. "Get on the back, we're out of here," Mark
growled.
"Wait!" Stephanie screamed. "I need to talk to both of you. Someplace more private."
Mark frowned at the word private. "Some other time," Mark growled.
Stephanie grabbed Mark's wrist. "Now." She meet Mark's glare with one of her own.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chris silently cursed himself as he was sandwiched between Mark and Stephanie on the bed. How the fuck had
the tables turned on him so fast?
"Soooo good, Chris," Stephanie whimpered as her long fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his hips,
"harder.....faster."
Chris bit his bottom lip as he pumped into her with renewed vigor as Mark pounded into him. His face was buried
between her breasts and he was finding it extremely hard to breathe.
"I hope you're happy," Mark growled in his ear, just low enough so that Stephanie couldn't hear him. He gripped
Chris' hips and slammed into him hard.
"That's it Mark, fuck him hard! Fuck him!" Stephanie screamed as her orgasm rocked her whole body.
"FUCK!" Mark growled as he thrusted forward into Chris one final time before he came.
Chris moaned and bucked his hips backwards onto Mark's hard and thick cock and forward into Stephanie's
warm wetness, crying out as he finally found release and spilled his seed inside of Stephanie.
Stephanie was practically purring as she ran her fingers through Chris' hair. "See I told you Mark, we three are
perfect for each other."
"Yeah, an alliance made in hell," Mark growled, his voice full of sarcasm as he gently pulled out of Chris and
flopped down on the bed, his massive chest heaving as Chris crawled on one side of him and Stephanie the other.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Steve grinned as he stood outside of their door with his ear pressed against it.
What he had done to Hall was small in comparsion to what he was going to do to Mark.
But first, he needed a little help. The newest object of Mark's lust......The Rock.
~THE END~