This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe
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In the nWo's private locker room within the CoreStates Spectrum in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania during the November 3, 1997 edition of WCW Monday Night Nitro, Scott Hall is violently kicking a trash can as Elizabeth sits on a couch, filing her fingernails, while Curt Hennig is preparing for his own match later in the night. "That little punk Jericho... and that old fossil Zbyzsko are dead man.... No one embarrasses Scott Hall!" Hall yells as he comments on his shocking loss to 'Lion Heart' Chris Jericho and WCW Commentator 'The Living Legend' Larry Zbyzsko chasing him from the ring.
Hennig looks at Hall, "Hey that kid looks like he could be something, he's won that Cruiserweight strap twice... we should bring him in..."
"Hey yo Curt... you got something cookin'?" Hall asks
Hennig smirks, "Oh Liz came up with an idea that is just PERFECT..."
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A few weeks later on November 23, 1997 at The Palace at Auburn Hills in Detroit, Michigan, the arena is being prepared for WCW's pay-per-view World War 3 that is set to take place later in the night. Chris Jericho, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and a jacket, is handed a note by a security guard as he walks to one of the locker room areas. "What's this?" Jericho says as he reads the note and he raises an eyebrow, "I know you're not in the battle royal tonight... come to North Tower Suite when the pay-per-view starts... L?" Jericho re-reads the note, "That's the nWo's suite... what the hell is this about..."
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As the third annual World War 3 pay-per-view gets started, Chris Jericho is making his way to the suite indicated on the note he received. Jericho passes by several security guards that are wearing nWo t-shirts and the high-flying wrestler is surprised that they are not stopping him. Jericho reaches his destination and prepares himself for a fight when he opens the door, but when he enters the nWo's suite, all he sees is Elizabeth standing near the bar pouring wine into two glasses. "Okay... what's this all about..." Jericho asks just before a security guard pushes him forward in order to close the door.
The elegant and beautiful, but yet conniving valet of the nWo, Elizabeth, turns face Chris Jericho, picking up both wine glasses from the bar's countertop. "Hello Chris..." Elizabeth says, dressed in a short black skirt and a black nWo t-shirt that hugs nicely to her chest. Jericho doesn't say anything as he looks around slightly as he's expecting members of the nWo to attack him at any moment as Elizabeth casually walks over to him with the two glasses of wine.
Elizabeth softly smiles as she extends the wine glass in her right hand, graciously offering him the glass. "Chris...no reason to be so tense, relax..." Elizabeth says with a slight smirk before raising the wine glass in her left hand to take a sip.
Jericho finally looks at Elizabeth again as he cautiously takes the wine glass, "What's going on? What's with the note?" Jericho asks.
Elizabeth raises an eyebrow slightly "Is it wrong for two people to talk business?" Elizabeth asks as she sits down on the luxury leather couch inside of nWo's private skybox.
"Business? Okay... now I'm really confused..." Chris Jericho says as hold the wine glass as he walks over to the leather couch as Elizabeth motions for him to sit down.
Elizabeth nods her head and pauses for a moment before taking a refreshing sip of the wine glass. "Yes, business Chris..."
"So.... what is it...." Jericho asks as sits downs and he takes a long sip from the wine glass he's holding.
Elizabeth smiles softly as she turns to look at Chris Jericho with her beautiful and seemingly sweet eyes. "Chris...you know that I happen to be the valet of the nWo, correct?" Elizabeth asks softly.
"Yeah that's pretty obvious..." Jericho nods his head slightly.
Elizabeth nods her head "Good...so you do pay attention..." Elizabeth replies with a soft laugh, before she cross her gorgeously smooth and tanned legs, noticing the shift of Chris Jericho's eyes glancing down at her legs.
"But what does that have to do with me?" Jericho asks as he glances at the scheming nWo valet's beautiful legs.
"Well Chris...I have the nWo's best interest in mind, they need some help with guidance." Elizabeth pauses and shrugs her shoulders lightly. "And to be honest Chris, Scott Hall was not pleased with your win over him..."
Jericho takes his eyes off of Elizabeth's legs, "Hey if he was as big and bad as he think he's is..." Jericho starts to say.
Elizabeth raises her left hand up slightly to calm Chris Jericho down. "Let me finish Chris...you see, Scott was so angry that he wanted to send message and make you pay...but I told him otherwise, you want to know why?"
"Why?" Jericho asks as he raises an eyebrow
"Because I saw something in you Chris...I saw something that my possibly benefit the nWo..." Elizabeth says before she sets her wine glass to the side and turns to directly look at Chris Jericho with seriousness. "So Chris, I'm offering this to you once and only once...are you with the nWo or against the nWo?"
"Whoa... hold on... look... if you want me to stay out of the nWo's way... fine... but I'm not..." Jericho says as Elizabeth stops him from talking.
Elizabeth leans closer to Chris Jericho, her moist lips pressed together. "Shhhh...Chris..." Elizabeth says as she raises her left index finger and places it upon Jericho's lips. "Clearly...you need a little more reinforcement before you make that decision..."
"What..." Jericho starts to say as Elizabeth slips her index finger between his lips and into her mouth, causing him to slightly suck on it.
Elizabeth smirks as she moves her left index finger lightly into his mouth, brushing against his lips. "Just relax Chris and make sure you think long and hard about this..." Elizabeth replies before she moves her right hand to Jericho's belt and proceeds to impressively unbuckle the belt with using only one hand. Jericho's eyes go wide as Elizabeth pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans with ease and he responds by sliding his tongue against her delicate index finger that's in his mouth.