A/N: Okay, so this idea has been floating around in my head for a LONG time now and I've finally decided to write a fic on it. I'm having serious writers block on my other stories and can't think of ANY ideas so if you have an for OIYM or Incomplete, let me know. I'll probably have some one shots out soon but that's all you'll probably be seeing from me until I think of some more ideas. I know writing another story could be rough since I'm back in school but I promise to update on weekends. So, I hope you guys like this fic and reviews get me motivated to write more! The storylines in this fic are not based on the events that happen in real life.
Summary: They hate her and she despises them. When they're forced to work together in a storyline, can a hateful relationship turn into something more?
Characters: Trish Stratus, Evolution, Amy Dumas, Chris Jericho, Adam Copeland, others
Rating: M, for language, sexual situations, and some other stuff you won't find out until later on...
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize in this story.
Chapter One: Will The Fighting Ever Cease?
Flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, Trish Stratus walked into the women's locker room, her eyes training the room for her best friends Lisa Marie Varon and Amy Dumas. She sighed, not seeing them anywhere. She held her head, falling onto one of the couches. Going out late and drinking too much the night before a show was a bad idea. She kicked off her tennis shoes and laid down, putting a hand over her eyes. Then she noticed the lights were still on. Trish looked longingly at the light switch, wishing it'd just shut off by itself. Groaning quietly, she stood and walked over, turning off the lights with a relieved sigh. As she settled back on the couch and closed her eyes, the door opened and the lights flipped back on.
"What the hell..." Trish muttered angrily. She pulled her hand from her eyes and opened them, seeing Stacy Keibler in the room with her.
"Oops, did I disturb you?" She asked in an innocent voice. Trish wasn't in the mood to deal with her bullshit so she stood, slipped back into her tennis shoes, and walked out. As she walked down the hallway Trish began to think of different places that were dark. The parking garage was cool and dark. Most storage closets were dark. Yet she opted for the parking garage because she could get claustrophobic. Once the coolness hit her face Trish felt relieved.
She sat down on the curb, bringing her knees to her chest. She rested her head on her knees, closing her eyes. Just as she was thinking about her match against Molly Holly a limo pulled up and stopped right in front of her. As her eyes opened they met someone's shoes. She looked up, seeing Paul Levesque, Ric Flair, Dave Batista, and Randy Orton standing before her. Trish sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. Like she wanted to see those bastards.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here..." Paul drawled, crossing his arms across her chest. "All ready to kiss our feet, I see." He smirked as disgust crossed Trish's face.
"The only person who would kiss your feet would be those three lap dogs behind you. And maybe some of those fucking sluts in the back like Stacy Keibler." She saw Randy's jaw clench and Trish knew she struck a nerve. He was about to step forward when Paul held him back.
"Easy kid, she's not worth it." Paul then turned back to Trish. She was now standing, her arms crossed over her chest in attempt to cover herself from Dave and Ric's wandering eyes.
"Now move out of our way, bitch, before I make you do it." He growled, stepping closer to Trish. Trish stood her ground, letting her arms fall to her sides. Her hands were clenched into fists as Paul reached out, twirling her hair between his fingers. Her face began to turn red with rage when she looked over at the three standing behind him. Dave had the same old scowl on his face, Ric was grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning, and when her eyes turned to Randy he was staring at her.
'Don't... touch... me." She said through clenched teeth. Paul's hand stroked her cheek gently and Trish reached up at lightning speed, slapping him as hard as she could. Paul held her reddening cheek, glaring at her menacingly.
"You'll pay for that, bitch!" He yelled, his nostrils flaring. Trish just rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest again.
"Yeah, like you'd actually hit a woman." The confidence wavered in her voice as the rest of Evolution stepped forward a bit and her eyes darted from one person to the other. Then she felt Paul's breath on her and she looked up at the blonde man, narrowing her eyes as he talked.
"Don't put anything past me, Stratus..." He sneered, pushing her shoulder roughly. Trish stumbled backwards, catching herself before she fell. She walked up to Paul and went to slap him again but he grabbed her wrist, twisting it in a way it wasn't supposed to go. She cried out when he twisted it more and squeezed her eyes shut.
"What's the matter; am I hurting you?" He teased angrily, his eyes boring holes into her. Trish kept her eyes squeezed shut and tried to pull from his grasp but that hurt more. As she opened her eyes tears threatened to fall though she was begging herself not to let them.
"Paul, maybe you should stop..." Randy suggested, seeing Trish crying. He hated seeing women cry, no matter who it was. Even though they despised each other, Randy didn't want her to get even more hurt than she already was. He knew the consequences of his words and he'd take them as a man but to just stand there and let Paul break her wrist wasn't his idea of a good time.
"Come on, kid! This is fun, don't you agree Trish?" He glared at the sobbing blonde who shook her head quickly, throwing her at Randy a minute later. Randy caught her and watched as Paul, Ric and Dave walked off. He helped Trish stand up straight and she turned to look at him.
"Uh..." She paused to swallow her tears and gave him a thankful look. Randy nodded before walking inside the arena, leaving Trish to wonder about the youngest member of Evolution.
Trish came out of the trainers room with a bandaged wrist, but they had said it was nothing to worry about. It would be a little sore for a few hours then she'd be as good as new. As she walked down the hallway her stomach began to rumble. Spinning around, her eyes met a pair of hazel ones and she hugged her best friend tightly.
"Ames!" Trish exclaimed. Amy hugged her friend back, wondering why she was so excited to see her.
"Trishie! What's up?" She asked, linking arms with Trish. As they walked to the catering room Trish filled Amy in on what happened and as soon as she let the words Evolution roll off her tongue Amy knew it was bad.
"Those mother fuckers! They're gonna pay for what they did. I'll sick Adam on them!" She exclaimed, slamming her fist into her palm. Trish giggled quietly, entering the catering room. As she did they saw Evolution off to the side with Stacy Keibler and Gail Kim.
"I'm craving salad, how 'bout you?" Amy asked, making herself a salad. Trish shrugged and got one herself, pouring some Italian dressing onto it. She laughed heartily as she watched Amy pour tons of Ranch onto hers and they made their way to their favorite table. They sat down and began to eat before getting interrupted.
"My two favorite women in the whole wide world!" They heard Chris Jericho calling then say, "except for my lovely wife, of course!"
"Hi Chris." Trish said, looking up at him.
"Hey Chrissy Baby." Amy said through a mouthful of salad. Chris sat down next to Trish, clasping his hands on the table.
"How are you two doing on this wonderful day?" He asked, a pleasant smile on his face.
"I'm fine, but it seems like Trish is having a pretty rough day..." Amy raised her eyebrows at Trish who shot her friend a look.
"Oh really?" He turned to Trish giving her an expectant look. Trish rolled her eyes and stuffed some more salad into her mouth.
"Just had some problems with Evolution but it's do–" But when she said Evolution Chris' look turned sour and he stood up, letting the chair fall back.
"What the hell did they do to you?" He questioned, glancing over at the four men.
"We were arguing, as usual, and Paul kinda, ya know, twisted my wrist to the point where it almost broke. Thankfully it's not broken..." Trish said with a shrug. Chris' nostrils flared and he walked swiftly towards Paul, shoving him in the chest.
"If you ever, and I mean EVER, put your hands on Trish again I'll personally slaughter your ass into a million pieces, along with your fuckers." He snarled. Paul looked somewhat shocked at the smaller man's outburst but found it even more amusing than when Trish had be crying.
"Yeah, okay Jerky. Just go back to annoying someone else and leave us the hell alone..." Paul said, wrapping his arm around Gail. Chris stared at them in disgust, getting in Paul's face.
"I'm warning you, ass clown. If you touch her again, your ass is mine..." He threatened before walking away. Trish gave him a grateful smile as he sat down again.
"You're so awesome Chris." She said, hugging him. Chris hugged her back before looking at the clock behind her.
"I have to go discuss a match with Jay and Adam but I'll talk to you girls later. We can go clubbing or something after the show tonight. It is Hot-Lanta, ya know!" With a wink he was off.
"Well I'm all up for that if you are." Trish looked at Amy who nodded quickly.
"Alright, but no more than two beers for us. Remember what happened last time we were at a club here. Table dancing is NOT a good way to get attention. I was out for a week with a sprained ankle thanks to you, Miss Graceful." Amy said sarcastically. Trish giggled at the memory of them table dancing in Club Neon during their past visit in Atlanta.
"Well, let's go get ready for our match." Trish stood and stretched, her shirt coming up more than it was supposed to. She pulled it down quickly, blushing slightly when she noticed Shane Helms staring. They threw their garbage away and made their exit quick so Evolution couldn't stop them. Once safely inside the locker room they changed into their wrestling attire, and began to stretch.
"So Matt's not taking the break up well, is he? I saw him earlier at the hotel and he looked a mess." Trish said as Amy pulled her friend forward. They sat on the floor in near splits, holding each others hands. Trish pulled Amy forward and couldn't miss the smirk on her face.
"He deserves it. You know... Jeff told me he was sleeping with the woman that lived next to them? But I'm happy and with Adam now so... who cares about Matt Hardy?" Amy pulled Trish forward, letting go of her hands.
"What about you, Trish? Find any guy that meets up to your standards?" Amy teased. Trish rolled her eyes and stood, bending over.
"Nope, and I don't think I ever will. Men are... bastards. All of them. No matter who they are, they're bastards." Trish replied, knowing she was right.
"You'll find the right guy eventually. You and Jay had a pretty good relationship." Amy pointed out, stretching her arms.
"We decided it was better if we were just friends. It got a bit too awkward for us, plus, I think he has a thing for one of the backstage workers." Trish informed Amy, doing lunges against the wall.
"Okay... but tonight, I say you go find yourself a hot guy and dance with him, maybe take him back to the hotel and..." Amy raised her eyebrows, smirking. Trish gave her friend a gentle slap in the stomach as she walked by.
"How about no. I'm not looking for a one night stand, sweetie. I'm looking for someone who I can actually date and will be there for me when I'm upset, or hurt. Not someone who only wants to fuck." She responded wistfully. Amy rolled her eyes, going back to stretching. Then a backstage worker knocked on the door and peeked in.
"Miss Stratus, Miss Dumas, you have three minutes to get to the gorilla..." Then she left within a blink of an eye. Trish linked arms with Amy and walked out of their locker room and hurried to the gorilla, making it just in time as Amy's music played.
"See ya out there, babe." Amy said before walking through the curtain. Trish waited until Amy's music stopped and her's began. She walked out to the crowd who were half booing, half cheering.
AFTER THE MATCH
"Well I'm going to take a shower here because the water pressure is better so I'll meet ya at the hotel lobby in an hour?" Trish questioned, pulling out some dressier clothes from her bag. She knew they were going to go out later that night and she brought the outfit with her.
"Yeah, I'll see ya in a while." Amy then hugged her friend, walking out with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Trish turned on the water to the shower, stripping of her wrestling gear when the door opened. She peered around the wall and glared as Stacy walked in, attached to Randy at the lips. Trish decided to ignore them and began to take her shower, washing her hair and body. Once she was done she stepped out, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her body. She walked out of the shower area, seeing Stacy pressed against the door, Randy's hands under her shirt. Trish went about her business, putting on deodorant.
"What the hell are you doing in here!" Stacy screeched, seeing Trish for the first time in ten minutes. Trish rolled her eyes and turned to face the breathless couple.
"First of all, this is the women's locker room and I can be in here, and secondly, I was in here when you guys stumbled in, tongue wrestling." Trish then turned back around, grabbing her clothes and shoes from her bag. She then walked back into the shower area, dropping the towel. She pulled on her thong and bra before pulling up the black mini skirt and metallic top. She then walked out into the main area of the locker room, seeing Stacy and Randy sitting on the couch, talking about plans for later. She rolled her eyes, sitting on the bench across from the couch.
"Wow, Trish, I never knew a slut like you could look so... well, that's not a nice outfit but for you, it's nice. It's a bit slutty, don't you think baby?" She asked Randy, running a hand through his hair. Randy shrugged, staring at Trish as she stood up after strapping on her metallic stilettos. She felt his hot gaze on her and looked over at him, not caring about his opinion.
"Whatever Stacy. You know, your words aren't affecting me at all." Trish threw her a dirty look before picking up her duffel bag, raising her eyebrows.
"Later, bitches." Trish looked at them one more time before walking out. She walked down the hallway and before she could make it out of the building she heard someone calling her name.
"Ms. Stratus!" A young tech called as he ran down the hall after her. She turned to look at him, noticing he was carrying a note. "Ms. Stratus, Mr. Bischoff would like to see you in his office right now." He then disappeared as quickly as he had come. Trish growled in annoyance and walked back to the general managers office, knocking impatiently on the door.
"Come in!" She heard him call. Trish walked in, feeling his hot gaze training up and down her body. She crossed her arms across her chest, staring at him.
"Ah, Trish, I'm glad you were still here..." He motioned for her to sit but Trish shook her head. She didn't want him to be standing and looking down her shirt.
"What did you want to see me about, Eric?" She asked with a hatred filled voice. Eric didn't pick up on her tone, though.
"Well the writers' have written you into a new storyline. You see, once they heard about the incident between you and Paul, they rushed to the drawing board and came up with a storyline that seemed perfect for your backstage relationship." He paused to look at her face, seeing the distress that slowly took over her confused expression.
"What do you mean, Mr. Bischoff?"
"You are going to be in a storyline with Evolution." He stated, shuffling through papers. Then the door opened and in walked the four men she couldn't stand the most.
A/N: So that's it! I'm not going to put a preview up because I don't know if you want me to continue or not so... please review and let me know what you think! I'm really proud of this chapter for some reason. I guess it's because I took a lot of time on it to try to make it as perfect as it could get, though I know it's far from it. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!