AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash m/m, rape
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know their true sexuality, this is just
fiction.
DISTRIBUTION: Darkflame and Kriket, if they want it.
SPOILERS: Raw and Smackdown 2-11 and 2-14-02 ( I tried to remember exactly everything that happened,
but I'm sure that I missed something.)
SUMMARY: Sequel to "Undisputed Bitch." Jericho pisses off the wrong person, and finds himself being stalked.
I'm missing the No Way Out PPV due to lack of cash, and this is my lame attempt to pass time on a Sunday night.
Hope you enjoy.
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Chris was practically seething as he left Flair's office. Kane. Of all the fucking wrestlers in the WWF, Flair had to
pick Kane. Fuck.
Even worse was the fact that Austin was on his way to the arena at this very moment. Damn. Mark was going to
be pissed at him. He had given him strict orders to wait at the hotel for him, because he had some business to
take care of. What business was more important than him? Chris shrugged. He had became too bored and
wandered down to the arena hoping to surprise 'Taker, and maybe give him a blowjob to take the edge off his
nasty demeanor lately.
Chris sighed as he entered his room. He stopped and gulped as he looked at the can of beers neatly stacked in a
pyramid. As his door shut the snap of a can popping open echoed in the room.
Fuck. Double fuck.
Chris shut his eyes as he felt his heart start to race. He didn't need to turn around to know that he was no longer
alone in the room.
Slowly, he turned around, holding his hands up slightly. "Steve, please.....," Chris whispered as he tried to reason
with the most unreasonable man in the WWF. He couldn't control the trembling of his body as Steve walked over
to him.
"Pick up the beer," Austin growled as he got in Chris' face.
"Steve, please.....relax."
"PICK UP A BEER!" Austin yelled.
"It's your beer," Chris whispered, afraid to touch it.
"I know that they are my beers. Pick one up!" Austin growled.
"Alright," Chris relented as he nervously laid his championship belts down on the chair behind him and reached for
a beer, but pausing before he picked it up.
"Pick up a damn beer!" Austin growled, pointing at the beer. Chris reluctantly picked it up.
"What's wrong? You didn't have a problem Monday night picking up one did ya? DID YA?" Austin screamed as
he moved closer to Chris.
"No," Chris whispered softly, so soft that it was barely audible.
"You opened it up, didn't ya?"
Chris nodded nervously.
"You hit Stone Cold Steve Austin in the head with it, didn't ya?"
Chris fidgeted nervously as Austin leaned in closer. He was having an extremely hard time looking Austin in the
eyes. He felt like crying. He wanted Mark. There was something about Austin that had always intimidated him.
"You poured it all over me, didn't ya?" Austin growled. "You didn't have a problem with that, did ya?"
Chris stared at the floor.
"Open it," Austin growled as he leaned in close again, his breath hot upon Chris' face.
"You want me to open the beer?" Chris asked softly, confused at Austin's request.
"I told ya to open it. NOW OPEN IT UP!" Austin growled.
Chris looked up into Austin's eyes. All he could see was bitterness and hate. Man, he had picked the wrong man
to piss off.
"I want to toast ya," Austin said with a slight smirk.
Chris frowned slightly, but did as he was told, popping the lid open.
"Here's to ya," Austin said holding up his beer up. Chris nervously raised his, trying to control the trembling of his
hand. "Are ya ready?" Austin asked.
"I got the beer," Chris whispered.
"Are you ready for this Sunday?" Austin growled.
"Are you ready?" Chris asked in challenge.
"What do you think? Does it look like I'm ready?" Austin asks with a slight growl. As Chris starts to open his
mouth, Austin growls, "Shut up!"
Chris lowers his head. Where was Mark?
"To you Champ," Austin says smiling, holding the beer up.
As Chris raises his, Austin knocks it out of his hand sending both cans crashing against the closed door beside of
them.
Chris wiped away the beer that had sprayed into his eyes. It was starting to sting his eyes, but he didn't dare to
take his eyes off of Austin. Closing them could be a fatal mistake with a rattlesnake like Austin.
"Look at me," Austin growled. "You know anytime I want you.....BAM! You're mine. This Sunday....you're mine.
Your little titles.......their mine. Anytime Chris. Anytime. Wham! You're mine," Austin growls as he leans in
closer. "I just want you to remember that. Thank you," Steve says smirking as he turns and walks to the door.
"See you later Champ," he says winking at Chris.
Chris stared in shock as he watched the door click shut behind him. Fuck. He was so screwed.
It took him a few minutes to regain his composure, but soon he was strutting down the long hallway to the ring.
Fuck Austin. Now Kane. He'd be lucky if he left the arena alive tonight. Kane was still pissed that he had ditched
him for his brother. Fuck Flair. He knew that. Bastard.
As he walked down the hallway, he kept glancing around nervously. He stopped as he noticed Austin standing by
some crates sipping a beer.
Chris gritted his teeth and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he hurried to the ring. Maybe Kane would take it
easy on him. He was his ex-lover, after all.
Once the match started, he knew Kane was enjoying this way too much. He couldn't see behind the mask, but
knew he had to be smirking. Asshole.
Chris decided that he wanted the match over with and got himself disqualified.
As he headed up the ramp, Austin's music hit. Chris' mouth dropped as Austin stomped down the ramp towards
him. Fuck.
Chris dropped the belts and tried to gain the upper hand, but Austin was ready for him. Within a matter of
seconds, Chris was thrown into the ring, hit with a stunner and laying face down and writhing in pain as Austin
poured beer over him.
"Wham!" Austin said grinning as he left the ring.
Ten minutes later, Chris made his way to his room. Still no sign of Mark. What the fuck was going on? Mark and
the NWO was suppose to protect him.
He headed for his shower, stripping off his tights making a sour face at the smell of the beer. How did Austin drink
all that crap?
He sighed as the warm spray of the shower massaged his aching muscles.
He was so lost in the warm and soothing shower that he didn't hear his door open and shut, and the faint click of
the lock as it slid into place.
Steve smiled as he heard the shower running, he quickly stripped and stepped into the bathroom. Behind the milky
white shower curtain, he could see the silhouette form of Chris as he washed his hair.
Beautiful. Austin thought.
He shook his head. What was he thinking?
No, not beautiful. Slut.
Austin grinned as he slipped in behind Chris.
Chris jumped as he felt someone behind him, but it was too late as a strong arm wrapped around his waist and
turned him so that he was pinned against the shower wall.
"I told you. Anytime. You're mine, bitch," Austin growled in Chris' ear, nibbling on it roughly.
Chris whimpered as he tried to pull away.
Austin chuckled. "Even Mark can't help you now, but then again, why would he? I heard he's got a new bitch
anyway."
"What?" Chris' head snapped up.
Austin grinned. The doubt had been easily placed in Chris' mind. He knew that the little blond was extremely
territorial. Wasn't all sluts?
Austin grinned as he took the shampoo out of Chris' hands and lubed his cock.
"Spread your legs," Austin growled.
Chris whimpers, but complies.
Austin gripped Chris' hips and shoved into him brutally. He wanted Mark to know that he had sampled his bitch.
Chris cried out in pain, but it only fueled Austin's hatred for him, urging him to fuck him harder and faster.
Austin growled as he came hard, filling Chris' ass with his seed. He didn't even bother to help Chris find release.
After a couple of minutes, he roughly pulled out, letting Chris slide to the shower floor like a broken china doll. He
grinned as he looked down and found a slight amount of blood on his cock.
"See you Sunday, Champ," Austin growled as he exited the shower. "If you ever get tired of Mark, you know
where to find me."
Chris whimpered as he hid his hardon. He couldn't believe that he had gotten hard. He had just started to cry
when the door to his room burst open.
"CHRIS!" Mark growled.
"Mark," Chris whispered weakly.
Mark ripped the curtain and frowned as he saw his lover slumped on the shower floor. He saw the blood on
Chris' thighs and growled.
"WHO?"
Chris shivered at Mark's expression. "Austin," he said weakly.
Mark's nostrils flared as he scooped Chris up into his arms. "Didn't I tell you to stay at the hotel?"
"I wanted to see you......"
"You wanted to priss around the arena and show off your damn belts, didn't you?" Mark growled.
"No," Chris says shaking his head, "I came to see you."
Mark snorts as he tosses Chris his tight red pants that he had laid out. "Get dressed. I'll decide your punishment
later."
"Punishment?" Chris asks shocked. "I was RAPED!"
Mark looked Chris' cock. "Looks like you were enjoying it a little too much."
"Fuck you!" Chris growled as he turned to leave, but yelped as Mark grabbed his ponytail and yanked him
backwards.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mark growled in his ear as he pulled him back against him. "You smell like
beer. Go wash yourself again," Mark said shoving Chris toward the shower. "Don't worry, I won't let any
unwanted visitors in."
Chris felt faint, but did as he was told. Leaning against the shower wall as he washed Austin's scent from his body.
Nash slammed the door open as he entered the room. "I came as soon as I saw the match. Is he alright?"
Mark grinned at Nash's concern for his bitch. "Nope. Austin managed to fuck him."
"What?" Nash growled in anger and disgust. "Is he alright?"
"You want him, don't you?" Mark asked grinning.
"What?" Nash asked again.
"One more "what" and I'll think that you've been hanging out with Austin," Mark said with a smirk. "Do you want
Chris?"
Nash stared at him. Was he offering Chris to him?
~TBC~