A/N: When I wrote this, just after WMXX, I figured that when something goes
wrong for the divas, someone always manages to support them until they're
strong enough to make it on their own again, and the guys shouldn't be any
different. I don't know if you'll like it, but I'm really enjoying this
character, she's willing to put everyone (especially Trish) in his or her
places.
There is some blonde bashing, and if you're from Toronto, Canada, I have nothing against you personally, it just worked to be nasty towards Toronotonians.
Whisper is by Evanescence, not mine, neither is the WWE.
Let me know what you think,
Samantha
***********
"Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain
If I will it all away."
She looked intently towards the technician's booth, watching for their hand signals as she sung the words.
Without turning to look she knew that people were coming up behind her, standing on the floor around the ring.
She smiled, but ignored them, choosing instead to concentrate on the task at hand, which was finishing the song.
"Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
Completely relaxed to turned to glance at the people watching her, listening carefully to the way in which her sound carried through the arena, and making a mental note to adjust several of the controls to minimize the slight echo, and to boost the base, and emphasize the guitar more.
"I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know
That there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be
Blinded by tears
I can stop the pain
If I will it all away.
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
She barely took a breath from finishing the chorus as she launched into the bridge, turning her face up towards the ceiling, allowing the sound to resonate through her, half covering the top of the mic with her hands to distort the sound.
"Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin?
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet my end."
At the end of the bridge her voice scaled the top notes of three octaves to produce a short, opera-like aria before she sung the chorus again.
"Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
Once she'd finished the main line of the song she shook her head at the technicians, telling them to cut the music. The ending wasn't incredibly important, and she was tired.
The technicians nodded in return, and she tapped her microphone to let them know that it was off.
"Hey beautiful." A voice called to her from ringside.
She smiled and hooked her arms over the top rope. "Hey yourself. Aren't you going to come up here and say hello?"
The guy slid into the ring and pulled her into a huge hug. "You know I have missed you like you would not believe."
"Doubtful, because I know how much I've missed you." She smiled, hugging him back. "How are you feeling?"
"Absolutely amazing." He managed a patented Chris Jericho grin. "Especially since the most beautiful creature I've ever met just walked back into my life."
"Charmer." A sweet smile passed over her face. "But I never walked out of your life."
"So what have you been up to, and what in hell are you doing here?" Jericho asked, wrapping one arm around her waist.
"This and that." She shrugged. "I'm a little wiped out. I spent the last six days in six different time zones, and I think I only got about ten hours sleep."
"I'll forgive you for not knowing what planet you're on then, shall I?"
"Yeah, you'd better."
"If you'd called me, I would have picked you up from the airport."
"I wanted to surprise you, of course you seem to have had some bad surprises lately. I thought I'd be a good one."
"You've shocked me speechless."
"That seems to happen a lot lately." A blonde woman said from ringside, where she had a guy draped all over her.
"You must be Trish."
"Yeah, who the hell are you?"
"Sorry, I guess I forgot my manners, in all the hostility." She remarked. "My name is Natassija Derevko." She spoke with a heavy Russian accent as Tasha gave her name.
"What are you in a hurry or something?" The guy draped all over Trish asked. "You're Russian." He laughed hysterically at his own joke, while all of the other people gave him strange looks.
"I was born in Canada." Tasha answered. "I spend a lot of my time traveling, especially to Russia, and also to other countries, Spain, Mexico, Japan, China, France." As she spoke her voice took on several different accents, then became almost completely American.
"So how do you know Chris then?" A red haired woman, whom Tasha recognized as Lita, asked.
"How do I know Christopher?" She chuckled. "How do I know him? We grew up together, two only children living on the same block, next door."
"Our birthdays are on the same day, pretty much at the same time." Chris added. "We did just about everything together."
"Until I moved to the American Ballet Company. I did my training there, and then joined the Moscow ballet." She shook her head. "I'm ready to be home now though."
"So you're working here?" Chris asked, a smile on his face.
"Something like that. The song from before, 'Whisper,' is going to be the theme song for a pay-per-view, and Vince has offered me a place on the roster as a wrestler."
"You're a wrestler?" Trish almost fell over laughing.
"You're an ex-Playboy model?" Tasha countered, making just about everyone else chuckle. "Oh wait, and you're a Filthy, Dirty, Disgusting, Brutal, Bottom Feeding, Trash Bag Ho and that stupid prick you've got with you is a Creepy Little Bastard. That's from memory, anyway."
For several moments Trish fell silent completely, and Tasha smiled. "I believe the term for what just happened is 'shutdown'."
"So you're Chris's new whore, a play thing brought in to make me jealous?" Trish shook her head, finally finding her voice. "Or are you just here to amuse him?"
"If you're jealous of me, then there must still be some part of you that is still in love with Chris." Tasha smiled. "And if you believe that I'm here to be Chris's new honey, well I'm not about to make kissy faces with the guy who's taste in women lately, has been... shall we say, a little off? And no offense, but if I'm the new whore, what does that say about you?"
"Since when did you get so bitchy?" Chris asked, though he smiled as he said it.
"I can't help it. I spent fifteen years listening to girls bitch about gaining two ounces. I'm over it all, believe me." Tasha answered. "What with being presented with another whore from Toronto and all."
"Little girl, you should behave." The guy draped all over her snapped.
"And what are you, her boyfriend, her fur coat? Flavor of the week?"
Chris smirked.
"You are such a bitch." Trish told her. "You need to learn some respect."
"Show me what there is of you to respect, and I'll see if it's worth respecting." Tasha countered. "But if it's anything like the trash bag ho you give off, I seriously doubt it."
"Tasha, take it easy." Chris told her gently.
"Babe, this... well I won't call her a woman, has done nothing but bitch and moan at me, and make false accusations to my face since we started talking, I mean she's got it into her little blonde head that I'm your new whore. That offends me. Now when you were telling me about her, I told you to keep chasing because she sounded like a good person, and it sounded like you genuinely hurt her, but damn I wish you had just nailed the bitch, because she obviously isn't getting enough from fur coat over here."
Instead of trying to calm her again, Chris burst out laughing, almost hysterically. "Tasha, babe, you're exactly right, and exactly what I needed. Hey, where's Ashen? I didn't think you'd ever leave him at home."
"I didn't. You honestly thought I'd go anywhere without my baby?" Tasha looked a little shocked at his words.
"So I guess we know where you got those stretch marks from." Trish bitched at her.
Tasha just laughed at her, Chris trying to stop himself from laughing.
"You think it's funny?" Trish asked. "What's so funny about the fact that you have ugly lines on your stomach?"
When Tasha and Chris continued to laugh, Trish moved to punch Tasha, but stopped in mid-swing as an enormous growling dog approached.
Tasha simply looked amused. "Trish, meet Ashen. He doesn't seem to like you very much. He has this thing about two timing sluts, especially ones from Toronto."
"Now you have something against people who are from Toronto?" Fur coat asked.
"Let me guess, fur coat, you're from Toronto too?" Tasha asked. "I should have known. I have never met anyone fron Toronto that wasn't a whore, or someone's bitch. Except Edge, he's a honey."
"My name is Christian."
"Did you know that it's un-Christian to be screwing your ex best friend's ex, or is that only unacceptable behavior in civilized places?"
"And this isn't civilized?" One of the others asked.
"I wouldn't say so, no." Tasha answered. "Ashen, come here baby. Would you like to go out for a coffee in a little while?"
"You take your dog out for coffee?" "I don't have a boyfriend. My relationships don't really last." Tasha shrugged. "But there is not a place I have been where Ashen hasn't been with me. He's not just a dog, he's my best friend. And he's a whole lot more loyal than some people." She gave Trish the eye.
"Still it's just a dog, how do you get it into restaurants and stuff?" The other guy asked.
"Chris bought Ashen for me on my twenty-first birthday. He's a wonderful, beautiful dog, and he's all the help anyone could ask for."
"You were just a big fluffy puppy back then, weren't you Ashen?" Chris reached out to play with the dog's ears. "You were absolutely adorable when you were little."
"What kind of dog is he?" Lita asked.
"Bernese Mountain dog." Tasha told her. "Do you remember when we took Ashen cross-country skiing with us when he was only about six months old?"
"He could stand on our skis, and slide along with us." Chris chuckled.
"I think that's how we both ended up with concussion." Tasha giggled. "Do you feel like a latte?"
"You've have a yen for dairy all day haven't you?" Chris smiled.
"All week." Tasha answered. "I sang in a couple of different places, so no dairy, and lots of sugar."
"Lots of sugar?" Lita asked.
"It sweetens your vocal cords, some people say it gives you a better sound. I only eat it because it tastes good, and I tend to need that extra boost before I go on stage."
"Tasha!" A voice called from the top of the ramp.
"Hey, Steph!" Tasha called back, "Come down!"
At the bottom of the ramp Stephanie reached out to hug Tasha. "How are you? I nearly died when daddy told me that you were coming into the business, and I see you already found Chris."
"I'm good, a little tired, but nothing a lot of coffee won't fix." Tasha grinned at her. "You been behaving?"
"Always. I was so disappointed you didn't make it to Hawaii for vacation though."
"Trust me, I was too. I could have used the vacation. But seriously, I'm so proud of you, you've really come into your own."
"I can't believe you got daddy to believe that Ashen was a baby." Steph shook her head as she bent down to pat the enormous dog, who wagged his tail at her. "I almost gave the game away at one point."
"Love me, love my dog." Tasha answered, and then burst out laughing. "That could apply to several people around here, who shall remain nameless."
"Are you calling me a dog?" Christian bristled instantly.
"No." Tasha shook her head. "Just the opposite actually."
Everyone save Trish and Christian tried to hold in his or her laughter.
"Chris, I think it's coffee time." Tasha giggled, grabbing at his hand. "C'mon Ashen."
"Wait up a second." Lita and several of the others hurried after them.
"I do not want to be around when she figures out what you just called her." One of the guys told her. "Rob Van Dam by the way."
"Nice to meet you." Tasha smiled at him. "So how long will it be before she figures it out?"
"Who knows." Lita answered. "But she's not exactly a dumb blonde."
"Could've fooled me. If there was a floor labeled 'Slippery When Wet,' it would not surprise me if she tipped a bucket of water on the floor, thinking that someone hadn't finished the job, and re-labeled it, 'Slippery.'"
"That is cruel." Lita told her.
"Yeah well she's a bitch. She can't go around treating people that way, and if you let her treat you like crap, then you're all fools because she doesn't deserve to have people who care about her so much, and I can see that you all do."
There is some blonde bashing, and if you're from Toronto, Canada, I have nothing against you personally, it just worked to be nasty towards Toronotonians.
Whisper is by Evanescence, not mine, neither is the WWE.
Let me know what you think,
Samantha
***********
"Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain
If I will it all away."
She looked intently towards the technician's booth, watching for their hand signals as she sung the words.
Without turning to look she knew that people were coming up behind her, standing on the floor around the ring.
She smiled, but ignored them, choosing instead to concentrate on the task at hand, which was finishing the song.
"Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
Completely relaxed to turned to glance at the people watching her, listening carefully to the way in which her sound carried through the arena, and making a mental note to adjust several of the controls to minimize the slight echo, and to boost the base, and emphasize the guitar more.
"I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know
That there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be
Blinded by tears
I can stop the pain
If I will it all away.
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
She barely took a breath from finishing the chorus as she launched into the bridge, turning her face up towards the ceiling, allowing the sound to resonate through her, half covering the top of the mic with her hands to distort the sound.
"Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin?
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet my end."
At the end of the bridge her voice scaled the top notes of three octaves to produce a short, opera-like aria before she sung the chorus again.
"Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)."
Once she'd finished the main line of the song she shook her head at the technicians, telling them to cut the music. The ending wasn't incredibly important, and she was tired.
The technicians nodded in return, and she tapped her microphone to let them know that it was off.
"Hey beautiful." A voice called to her from ringside.
She smiled and hooked her arms over the top rope. "Hey yourself. Aren't you going to come up here and say hello?"
The guy slid into the ring and pulled her into a huge hug. "You know I have missed you like you would not believe."
"Doubtful, because I know how much I've missed you." She smiled, hugging him back. "How are you feeling?"
"Absolutely amazing." He managed a patented Chris Jericho grin. "Especially since the most beautiful creature I've ever met just walked back into my life."
"Charmer." A sweet smile passed over her face. "But I never walked out of your life."
"So what have you been up to, and what in hell are you doing here?" Jericho asked, wrapping one arm around her waist.
"This and that." She shrugged. "I'm a little wiped out. I spent the last six days in six different time zones, and I think I only got about ten hours sleep."
"I'll forgive you for not knowing what planet you're on then, shall I?"
"Yeah, you'd better."
"If you'd called me, I would have picked you up from the airport."
"I wanted to surprise you, of course you seem to have had some bad surprises lately. I thought I'd be a good one."
"You've shocked me speechless."
"That seems to happen a lot lately." A blonde woman said from ringside, where she had a guy draped all over her.
"You must be Trish."
"Yeah, who the hell are you?"
"Sorry, I guess I forgot my manners, in all the hostility." She remarked. "My name is Natassija Derevko." She spoke with a heavy Russian accent as Tasha gave her name.
"What are you in a hurry or something?" The guy draped all over Trish asked. "You're Russian." He laughed hysterically at his own joke, while all of the other people gave him strange looks.
"I was born in Canada." Tasha answered. "I spend a lot of my time traveling, especially to Russia, and also to other countries, Spain, Mexico, Japan, China, France." As she spoke her voice took on several different accents, then became almost completely American.
"So how do you know Chris then?" A red haired woman, whom Tasha recognized as Lita, asked.
"How do I know Christopher?" She chuckled. "How do I know him? We grew up together, two only children living on the same block, next door."
"Our birthdays are on the same day, pretty much at the same time." Chris added. "We did just about everything together."
"Until I moved to the American Ballet Company. I did my training there, and then joined the Moscow ballet." She shook her head. "I'm ready to be home now though."
"So you're working here?" Chris asked, a smile on his face.
"Something like that. The song from before, 'Whisper,' is going to be the theme song for a pay-per-view, and Vince has offered me a place on the roster as a wrestler."
"You're a wrestler?" Trish almost fell over laughing.
"You're an ex-Playboy model?" Tasha countered, making just about everyone else chuckle. "Oh wait, and you're a Filthy, Dirty, Disgusting, Brutal, Bottom Feeding, Trash Bag Ho and that stupid prick you've got with you is a Creepy Little Bastard. That's from memory, anyway."
For several moments Trish fell silent completely, and Tasha smiled. "I believe the term for what just happened is 'shutdown'."
"So you're Chris's new whore, a play thing brought in to make me jealous?" Trish shook her head, finally finding her voice. "Or are you just here to amuse him?"
"If you're jealous of me, then there must still be some part of you that is still in love with Chris." Tasha smiled. "And if you believe that I'm here to be Chris's new honey, well I'm not about to make kissy faces with the guy who's taste in women lately, has been... shall we say, a little off? And no offense, but if I'm the new whore, what does that say about you?"
"Since when did you get so bitchy?" Chris asked, though he smiled as he said it.
"I can't help it. I spent fifteen years listening to girls bitch about gaining two ounces. I'm over it all, believe me." Tasha answered. "What with being presented with another whore from Toronto and all."
"Little girl, you should behave." The guy draped all over her snapped.
"And what are you, her boyfriend, her fur coat? Flavor of the week?"
Chris smirked.
"You are such a bitch." Trish told her. "You need to learn some respect."
"Show me what there is of you to respect, and I'll see if it's worth respecting." Tasha countered. "But if it's anything like the trash bag ho you give off, I seriously doubt it."
"Tasha, take it easy." Chris told her gently.
"Babe, this... well I won't call her a woman, has done nothing but bitch and moan at me, and make false accusations to my face since we started talking, I mean she's got it into her little blonde head that I'm your new whore. That offends me. Now when you were telling me about her, I told you to keep chasing because she sounded like a good person, and it sounded like you genuinely hurt her, but damn I wish you had just nailed the bitch, because she obviously isn't getting enough from fur coat over here."
Instead of trying to calm her again, Chris burst out laughing, almost hysterically. "Tasha, babe, you're exactly right, and exactly what I needed. Hey, where's Ashen? I didn't think you'd ever leave him at home."
"I didn't. You honestly thought I'd go anywhere without my baby?" Tasha looked a little shocked at his words.
"So I guess we know where you got those stretch marks from." Trish bitched at her.
Tasha just laughed at her, Chris trying to stop himself from laughing.
"You think it's funny?" Trish asked. "What's so funny about the fact that you have ugly lines on your stomach?"
When Tasha and Chris continued to laugh, Trish moved to punch Tasha, but stopped in mid-swing as an enormous growling dog approached.
Tasha simply looked amused. "Trish, meet Ashen. He doesn't seem to like you very much. He has this thing about two timing sluts, especially ones from Toronto."
"Now you have something against people who are from Toronto?" Fur coat asked.
"Let me guess, fur coat, you're from Toronto too?" Tasha asked. "I should have known. I have never met anyone fron Toronto that wasn't a whore, or someone's bitch. Except Edge, he's a honey."
"My name is Christian."
"Did you know that it's un-Christian to be screwing your ex best friend's ex, or is that only unacceptable behavior in civilized places?"
"And this isn't civilized?" One of the others asked.
"I wouldn't say so, no." Tasha answered. "Ashen, come here baby. Would you like to go out for a coffee in a little while?"
"You take your dog out for coffee?" "I don't have a boyfriend. My relationships don't really last." Tasha shrugged. "But there is not a place I have been where Ashen hasn't been with me. He's not just a dog, he's my best friend. And he's a whole lot more loyal than some people." She gave Trish the eye.
"Still it's just a dog, how do you get it into restaurants and stuff?" The other guy asked.
"Chris bought Ashen for me on my twenty-first birthday. He's a wonderful, beautiful dog, and he's all the help anyone could ask for."
"You were just a big fluffy puppy back then, weren't you Ashen?" Chris reached out to play with the dog's ears. "You were absolutely adorable when you were little."
"What kind of dog is he?" Lita asked.
"Bernese Mountain dog." Tasha told her. "Do you remember when we took Ashen cross-country skiing with us when he was only about six months old?"
"He could stand on our skis, and slide along with us." Chris chuckled.
"I think that's how we both ended up with concussion." Tasha giggled. "Do you feel like a latte?"
"You've have a yen for dairy all day haven't you?" Chris smiled.
"All week." Tasha answered. "I sang in a couple of different places, so no dairy, and lots of sugar."
"Lots of sugar?" Lita asked.
"It sweetens your vocal cords, some people say it gives you a better sound. I only eat it because it tastes good, and I tend to need that extra boost before I go on stage."
"Tasha!" A voice called from the top of the ramp.
"Hey, Steph!" Tasha called back, "Come down!"
At the bottom of the ramp Stephanie reached out to hug Tasha. "How are you? I nearly died when daddy told me that you were coming into the business, and I see you already found Chris."
"I'm good, a little tired, but nothing a lot of coffee won't fix." Tasha grinned at her. "You been behaving?"
"Always. I was so disappointed you didn't make it to Hawaii for vacation though."
"Trust me, I was too. I could have used the vacation. But seriously, I'm so proud of you, you've really come into your own."
"I can't believe you got daddy to believe that Ashen was a baby." Steph shook her head as she bent down to pat the enormous dog, who wagged his tail at her. "I almost gave the game away at one point."
"Love me, love my dog." Tasha answered, and then burst out laughing. "That could apply to several people around here, who shall remain nameless."
"Are you calling me a dog?" Christian bristled instantly.
"No." Tasha shook her head. "Just the opposite actually."
Everyone save Trish and Christian tried to hold in his or her laughter.
"Chris, I think it's coffee time." Tasha giggled, grabbing at his hand. "C'mon Ashen."
"Wait up a second." Lita and several of the others hurried after them.
"I do not want to be around when she figures out what you just called her." One of the guys told her. "Rob Van Dam by the way."
"Nice to meet you." Tasha smiled at him. "So how long will it be before she figures it out?"
"Who knows." Lita answered. "But she's not exactly a dumb blonde."
"Could've fooled me. If there was a floor labeled 'Slippery When Wet,' it would not surprise me if she tipped a bucket of water on the floor, thinking that someone hadn't finished the job, and re-labeled it, 'Slippery.'"
"That is cruel." Lita told her.
"Yeah well she's a bitch. She can't go around treating people that way, and if you let her treat you like crap, then you're all fools because she doesn't deserve to have people who care about her so much, and I can see that you all do."
