Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Superstars in this fiction. They own themselves and are under World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.
Summary: Two superstars spend a week together in a secluded house in the hills, where romance can most easily spark at any moment. What happens when a dark past is revealed? My first fiction, pairing still pending. Please R&R!
A/N: Hey everyone! I've finally taken the initiative to start writing something on fanfiction. I'll probably have another chapter up by tomorrow, since I'm on break. Nothing much happens in this chapter, but things will get moving by the next one.
Chapter 1 – Forcible Entry"Come on Trish, you absolutely have to enter this thing with me!" said Stacy excitedly. Briskly she tugged at Trish's arm, pulling her into a secluded corner of the building. "Stephanie just handed out this paper from Vince to all of us." Stacy continued, waving the flyer ambitiously. "Read it already!"
Grabbing the paper from a flying hand, Trish read.
To the entire roster: In the days to come you will be given the opportunity to enter your name in a raffle by which I have conducted. Two superstars will be chosen to spend a week in a secluded house in the Heath Hills of Maine. If selected, all current work will be postponed for the week from which you will be spending in the house. This possible vacation my gift to two of you, so enter if you wish. All entrees must be given to Stephanie by the end of this week. –Vince McMahon
"I'm not exactly sure Stace," Trish started, the reluctance very evident in her tone. "A week alone in some mansion sounds a little bit much…"
"What's so wrong with a free vacation, Trish!" Stacy stared defiantly, waiting for an answer. Trish's eyes wandered aimlessly, obviously contemplating an excuse to offer. Amused as she was by her loss of words, Stacy broke the silence with a challenge. "It's not like you're afraid to spend a week with somebody alone, are you?"
Feigning astonishment, Trish rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm not, Stacy. I could honestly care less whomever it is I stay with for a week." She quickly moved her eyes to the floor, hiding the fact that she was telling a blatant lie. Most truthfully, Trish Stratus was undoubtedly fearful of spending time with somebody alone for an extended amount of time. Especially a guy.
"Sure, I so believe that." Stacy answered. "We might as well enter together then, right Trish?"
"But-"
"You said you could care less, remember?" Laughter filled Stacy's eyes, though she tried to conceal it. Taking out a pen from her bag, she carefully wrote out both their names on individual pieces of paper. "I'll just hand these over to Steph, and we'll both see what happens in a week."
With a devious smile, she left Trish and walked towards the direction of Stephanie McMahon further down the hallway. It was all Trish could do but produce a nervous chuckle. "What are the chances my name will be picked anyway?" she quietly said to herself. She slowly walked, trying to do away with the growing anxiety that came about. Nobody was yet to know of the secret of Trish Stratus; the great amount of pain she had endured in the past. Pain that would forever scar her, pain that nobody was yet to heal. Vulnerability was something that Trish was exposed to, and something that she wasn't about to let destroy her.