Setting: Present day Smackdown. Lita and Trish never retired, and Jericho didn't leave in 05. Lita moved to Smackdown with Edge in 07 and Trish is still women's champion so she got drafted along side Jericho to SD instead of Melina. Stacy never left either and is also still on Smackdown. Lita and Edge are an established couple, same goes for Chris and Trish. Assuming Jericho is his real last name and he doest have a wife or children. Basically ignoring reality. (Just so you know where we are lol)

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Amy cracked her knuckles loudly as she paced back and forth the empty corridor, it was something that she always did when she was nervous. But tonight was different, she didn't really know why she was so anxious.. there was really nothing all that big to get worked up over. In fact she probably should have just been ecstatic that her and Edge had survived the draft and stayed on Smackdown together. And besides that stroke of good luck she also got the added bonus of her closest friend being drafted over to Smackdown.

The news of Trish coming to her brand, along with the women's championship, was some of the best news that Lita could have hoped for. But then with the good news there always comes the bad... the bad news in this instance coming in the form of Chris Jericho. Lita absolutely couldn't stand the man, and frankly had no idea what her friend saw in him. His cocky in your face persona had always bugged her, and the fact that his arrogance transcended over from his character and didn't end in the ring always irked her.

Trish always swore that he was different, that he was sweet and gentle and kind, but the red head had never seen it. She just saw him for what he was.. a jack ass.

"Leets!!"

The Atlanta native spun around quickly to see the blonde running towards her, "Trishers!!" She yelled excitedly, opening up her arms for her friend to run into. "You don't understand how excited I am that you're here." Her friend simply smiled as Lita continued, "And that you brought that with you..." She said laughing, pointing to the belt hung over the Canadian's shoulder.

Smiling back Trish punched her in the arm playfully, "You better think twice about coming after this...you should know by now that I don't like to share it."

The pair laughed simultaneously... "Oh I know.. but I can't help but think that the creative team is brewing up another T&L feud."

"I can only hope." Trish said genuinely, "God I've missed being in the ring with you, these diva search girls have me going crazy.. I swear they wouldn't learn to wrestle from Lou Thesz himself."

Amy hugged her friend again, "Well I've just missed you in general."

"Right back at ya, Chica."

It was then that Amy spotted Chris walking up behind his girlfriend, "Well there's someone I sure as hell didn't miss."

"Likewise."

Trish put one hand on Chris's chest and extended the other one towards Amy to keep them apart, "Now, now you two, play nice."

"Yeah I'd like him to play hide and go fuck himself.."

Chris smirked, "Awww what's the matter Red, did someone forget their medication today?"

"How about you medicate this ass hole!" She spat, flipping him the bird.

Rolling her eyes Trish let out a heavy breath, "Can't you guys get along for like five seconds."

They both stared at Trish before simultaneously yelling, "NO!!"

"What's all the commotion over here?" Adam asked, his face forming an ear to ear grin when he spotted the trio.. "Oh that's what.." The other Canadian said with a chuckle, loosely draping his arm over his girlfriends shoulder. "How do you guys always end up fighting?"

Amy groaned, "Why don't you ask your friend dick head over there."

"Listen penis breath, you started it!"

She lunged at him, "Penis breath? Why you little shit... I outta haul out your larynx and shove it..." Amy didn't have a chance to continue or kill him before Adam moved his arms around her waist holding her back.

"Calm down babe." He whispered, holding her and rocking her side to side until he felt her tensed up muscles relax against him.

Trish's face formed a frown, "I was really looking forward to coming here, but maybe I was wrong. I thought that I'd be happier here... but maybe Smackdown is just going to be one huge headache for everyone." She closed her eye's for a second,like she was in some kind of pain before opening them again, "I'll catch you later guys.." The blonde continued, her voice full of sadness as she took her boyfriends hand, "Come on Chris."

As soon as they were out of sight Adam let go of the woman in his arms, "Geez Ames do you always have to be so damn hostile?"

"What the fuck Adam? Are you saying that I'm just supposed to take his bullshit?"

He let out a sigh of his own, "No, but I'm just saying that maybe once in a while you can be the bigger person."

The red head chuckled a little, "I think he has no problem being the bigger person, because is it just me or has Jerky packed on a few pounds." Adam simply glared at her until she held up her hands in mock defence, "Ok, ok...I'll stop."

"I just don't understand why you two can't get along."

Amy turned her back to him, her eyes suddenly fixated on the ground...well she knew why. And she'd be damned if anyone else ever knew. "It's like this Adam, we're like oil and water...Jericho and Me? We just don't mix."