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He couldn't help but ask himself a million questions, as he paced angrily back in forth in his locker room. He didn't understand how he'd practically just given Jericho the title, his title at that! He could've been home right now, celebrating his victory over the Jabroni. But instead, he's wondering how the hell he let Jericho's….. ''Grrr'', he couldn't even think to say anything bad about the girl. He honestly found himself quite fascinated with her. She was the female version of him: Attractive, Daring, and Confident. He stopped and let out a low sigh, after realizing that she's the enemy, and also the reasons he's taking a short break away from his championship belt. But the thought of her was enough to make him grin, and that bothered him even more than losing his title belt. ''What has this girl done to me?'' He yelled out in frustration, as he picked up his duffel bag off his weight bench and headed over towards the shower. Figuring a nice hot shower would take his mind off, whatever that woman's name is.

Meanwhile

''See, I told you I could help you get that title.'' Trish announced as she followed behind Chris into his locker room, applauding her work. ''I'm pretty much capable of anything.''

''I see that now.'' He replied, as he took a seat down on the bench, placing his belt in his lap with a smile that went from ear to ear. ''But are you capable of closing a door?'' He teased, as he looked over at her pointing behind her.

''Oh, um… Sorry?'' She replied, as she quickly walked over and closed the door. Turning around to catch him practically drooling over his new title belt. She really didn't get what was so special about them, or why guys would risk getting injured for it. But she guessed it was just about the competitiveness between the superstars. She then raised a brow at him, and leaned back against the door folding her arms over her chest, wondering how long could he possibly sit there and stare at the belt, and after ten minutes passed she figured quite a while.

He couldn't help but laugh to himself; He'd gotten the people's former champion to practically hand his title over because of Trish. He knew if she could work her magic in that situation, she could just work wonders in others. ''This bad boy is officially my life partner'' He grinned, as he got up off the bench patting his title then walked over towards Trish who was giving him an uncertain look, that he didn't bother to pay no mind too because she pretty much had no say so in anything. Since he was going to be the one signing her checks.

''So.. you ready to go?'' Trish asked, standing up off the door, '' Or… Do you just need some time alone with… Her?'' She teased, pointing down towards his title.

He couldn't help but laugh at that, or anything for that matter. Nothing at all could ruin his mood right now. ''Yeah, I'm ready. Was actually thinking about us maybe going out for a little celebration dinner..'' He started as he watched her open the door and both of them began to exit the locker room.

''When you say us..'' She paused to turn around, to catch his reaction, ''Do you really just mean, you and that title?'' She asked raising a brow at him.

He shrugged. ''Possibly.''

Trish couldn't help but to shake her head in disbelief. ''Okay. Well, have fun'' She said giving him a quick wave goodbye as she started down the hall, only for him to quickly grab her arm.

''Don't worry I'm just kidding.'' He laughed, pulling her back over to him.

''And you're sure?'' Trish asked, turning towards him not feeling very convinced.

''Of course.''

After The Rock had gotten out of the shower

He had taken at least an hour shower, and still couldn't manage to get her out of his mind. The thought of her dancing around the ring, constantly winking and blowing kisses at him kept replaying over and over in his head. After putting on his street clothes he reached up in his top cubby to realize there was no title there, he realized how bad he had it to give up such a HUGE treasure. Now his mind was going over to the fact that while he was staring out at the hot chick out at ringside, Jericho rolled him up for the three count.

''Fuckin Jericho.'' He muttered to himself as he grabbed his duffle bag and walked out of his locker room, not bothering to make sure the door had closed behind him, heading out towards the parking lot.

''Yo Dwayne!'' A familiar voice called out, as he walked thru the lobby, trying to avoid all conversations with everyone. ''Dwayne!''

''What?'' He snapped, turning around to see Jeff running up to him. ''What do you want boy?''

''Eh, man I saw what happened out there man.'' He started off, realizing that this probably wasn't a conversation he wanted to have when Dwayne dropped his duffel bag on the ground and glared down at him. ''.. and, uh… Well I just wanted to say, uh.. well if you teamed up with Lita or one of the other divas, then maybe you could.. uh, you could get your revenge on those two.'' He continued, stuttering through more than half the sentence.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought, ''You know what Jeff,'' he grinned, as he leaned down to pick up his duffel bag off the ground, ''That might be one of the brightest idea's you've had in a while. That is if Lita agrees to be my partner next Monday night.''

''I'm almost sure she will.'' Jeff said, all in confidence, ''I mean, she lives to destroy these fake wannabe Diva's. So she isn't really going to need any convincing for this match. Just go talk to Vince about it, and I'll tell Lita she's going to be in a mixed tag match with you next week.''

Next Monday Night On Raw

Trish had been pacing nervously in Vince's office as he told her the news of her being in her first ever WWF match against… Lita. What made it all the more scary was when Vince told her, that if Jericho laid as much as a finger on Lita that he would be suspended.

''What the hell? I cannot be in a match tonight! I'm too pretty to be a wrestler!'' Trish argued, as Jericho quickly got up trying to calm her down. ''And she'll-''

''Don't worry Trish, you're not even under a WWF contract, so they can't make you go out there and do anything.'' Chris reassured her.

''I beg to differ Chris.'' Vince said as pulled a stack of papers from his desk, getting a confused look from Chris.

''Wait what are you saying Mr. McMahon?'' He asked angrily, ''I mean you don't own the rights to Trish or anything, so technically you can't make her do anything.''

''Well you see Chris, I may not own the rights to her, but I can say I do own the rights to you.'' He stated, with an evil smirk crossing his lips, as he scooted up closer leaning over his desk. ''With me being your boss, and her being your employee, I demand that you put her in this match, or I can go ahead and start filling out your termination papers right now, for your refusal to cooperate.'' He continued as he pulled out a pen, and got it ready to right on the stack of papers.

Trish's eyes filled up with tears as she looked at how drained Chris looked, ''Oh my god, I can't get put in this match please Chris!'' she pleaded, falling onto her knees, grabbing onto his leg and squeezing for dear life, ''She'll… She'll kill me!''

He turned to her with a look of disappointment on his face, ''Trish, I'm sorry.'' He sighed, placing one hand on her shoulder and looking deep into her eyes wanting her to know how bad he felt, ''But my job is on the line here.''

''I can't even believe this!'' Trish shouted out angrily, as she climbed back to her feet, quickly snatching away from him storming out of Vince's offices, tears still streaming down her face.

''No goodbye?'' Vince smirked, receiving an angry look from Chris before he started after Trish. ''Oh, and Chris.'' He called out, right before Chris could exit the room, ''Don't forget if you lay a hand on Lita, you will be suspended.'' He pointed out, in a very calm voice that only made Chris even madder, as he quickly exited the room after Trish. ''Well isn't that a bummer. I didn't even get to wish them good luck on their match tonight.'' Vince joked, finding himself to be quite the jokester.

So there's chapter number one, I hope you like it. I'll endup finding a bunch of different ways to spice it up, and throw alot of curve balls as it goes on. :)