Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, I am simple a pawn of these two pairings.
Pairings: Trish Stratus & Chris Jericho, Matt Hardy & Lita
Chapter 1
The three on three diva match was not going so well, divas were all over the place. Ivory had just slammed Gail Kim down, face first, into the mat only to be thrown around by Victoria. While Victoria was busy admiring her handy work on Ivory, Trish came up behind Victoria and grabbed her to do her patented Stratusfaction. Except, Steven Richards, Victoria's love toy, had other ideas, and pushed her back off the ropes. Pressing her advantage, Victoria covers Trish, only to get a two count.
Steven Richards, surprised and upset by Trish's kick-out, jumped up on the ring. Lita ran over and pulled him down, not wanting him to interfere anymore. Her concern for Trish would have been better placed as concern for herself, because Richards threw her against the barrier wall leaving her immobile on the ground.
Frustrated, Victoria picked up Trish and went to do her signature closer, the Widow's Peak. Determined not to lose the match, Trish used her own momentum to counter with a rollup. The referee dropped to the ground and counted, 1-2-3. As soon as the bell rings, Trish's theme song plays, and the guest announcer tells everyone that Trish Stratus, Lita, and Ivory are the wining team.
Incredibly pissed off at his girl's defeat, Steven Richards slides into the ring behind Trish and jumps up to hit the back of her head, knocking her down. Without a second spared, Victoria is up and kicking Trish. A few words are exchanged and she picks up the hurt blonde, restraining her for Richards. Just as he's about to kick Trish in the face, Chris Jericho slides in the ring, looking between the psychotic brunette, her boy toy, and the restrained Trish. Offering him the first shot, Richards slaps Jericho's shoulder, encouraging him. Turning and grinning at his fellow Canadian, Chris swings and punches Richards, knocking him to the ground. Victoria shoves Trish away and steps up to Jericho; he simply pushes her backwards knocking her off her feet. Then he turns back around to see Richards coming at him, he jumps him and starts pounding on the man. Jericho pauses and sees something out of the corner of his eye, standing he pushed Richards away and throws Victoria over the ropes. Then he turns and close-lines Richards over the ropes.
Trish looks around to see the ring empty but for her and Jericho. To say she is stunned, is a small understatement. J.R. and King have absolutely no idea what is going on, or what Jericho was thinking, coming out and saving Trish – it just wasn't his style. She watches as he makes his way over to her; his strong but gentle hands, under her arms providing enough pressure to help her up, but not enough to hurt. Once she's to her feet, with a hand on her sore neck, he reaches up and caresses her face. Confused she doesn't know whether to pull away or just stand there. Knowing she's alright he smiles and pulls away, walking backwards to the ropes, never taking his eyes off her. She just stands there, holding her neck, confused as he walks up the ramp and to the back, continually looking back at her.
'What just happened?' she thinks to herself
As the show goes to commercial, she leaves the ring, utterly confused, as is everyone else. Once in her dressing room, Lita is already there, tending to her own wounds.
"Amy, are you alright?" Trish asks, going over to her friend, temporarily forgetting about her own pain
"Yeah, bastard needs to learn how to handle a woman…and throwing one into walls is not the way." The red-head returned, taking a couple Tylenol for the pain. After swallowing she asks, "So what the hell was Jericho doing out there?"
"Beats me, I'm glad he was though." Trish said, grabbing a couple Tylenol for herself
"Chris doesn't play the knight in shining armor bit, something is up. Watch yourself." Lita says, warning her blonde friend
"I will, but I should go thank him. If he hadn't come out there I'd be lying on the mat with Richards' boot print on the side of my face." Trish says, rubbing her neck, hoping the painkillers kick in soon.
"I'll be here when you get back, Matt probably will be too." Lita tells her as she walks out of the shared locker room
Searching for someone backstage is like looking for a needle in a haystack, practically impossible. Thinking that he would go back to his locker room, Trish headed down the bustling hallway. After pushing through people and empty set equipment boxes, she finally finds a door with Chris Jericho written on it. Fixing her hair and taking a deep breath, Trish knocks.
The door swings open almost immediately after her knock, "Yeah?" Chris asks, looking at something in his locker room
"Chris?" Trish says, trying to get his attention
Hearing his name, Chris turns his head and comes face-to-face with Trish Stratus. Happy to see her, he smirks and says, "Trish, how can I help you?"
"I wanted to thank you for saving me earlier." She says, blushing slightly at how corny it sounds
"No need to thank me, I'm the King of Bling Bling, when I see a beautiful damsel in distress why wouldn't I come out and help her?" he starts, bloating his own ego
"Chris…" she says interrupting his little speech, "Seriously, I know you're just trying to prove a point, but thank you for helping out." She puts her hand on his tanned chest, smiling up at him.
"Really Trish, it's not that, I just didn't want to see you get hurt." He tells her, his hand on her bicep and smiling just as timidly as her.
"Well…" she starts, feeling the stretching silence getting awkward, "I'm gonna go…got things to…"
"Yeah, me too…" Chris adds, backing up into his locker room
Walking away from the man's dressing room, Trish says, "This is weird," to no one in particular. Shaking her head she continued on to her locker room, needing to talk to Lita and possibly Matt about what had just happened in last thirty minutes.
This is my first WWE story, so please be gentle. Feedback is much appreciated.
Much love,
Katie