This idea came to me last night while watching Raw and I couldn't get it
out of my mind so I just had to do it. This is a very unusual Coupling.
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are property of Vince McMahon and WWE.
This is only my third try at Fan fiction so please be kind.
Trish gingerly made her way to the medic room with help of The Hurricane. She was still a little shocked that he came to her aide in the ring.
"You'll be alright fair citizen Stratus." He said as he pulled back her blond hair so he could exam her neck.
"Hurricane not to be rude or ungrateful which I am very grateful. But why did you help me?" Trish asked the superhero/wrestler.
"The Hurricane always helps women in need," He said as he hit his famous pose.
She had to smile at him or she would have rolled her eyes and his weird actions.
"Well thank you. I don't want to think about what could of happened if you hadn't stopped them." She said with a shudder.
"No need for thanks it is what us superhero's do." He said with a smile and patted her shoulder. "You sure you be alright?" he asked seriously. " I have to start getting ready for my match with Steven Richards.
"I'll be fine and thank you again," Trish said as she raised herself on her tiptoes and placed a sweet little kiss on his left cheek.
She had to hold back a laugh when he blushed to his ears.
"Yeah ahh... Like I said before I always help a women in need." He said a little flustered. "Good-bye citizen Stratus" The hurricane said favoring her with a small bashful smile and walked away.
Trish had to smile at his actions. He was such a sweet and caring guy she though with a little sight.
"Well well. Lookie what we have here." A shrill voice said from behind Trish and she instantly stiffened.
"What do you want Molly?" Trish asked the brunette diva.
"Oh I just wanted to congratulate you on sticking your claws in your latest victim." Molly said with a sneer. Trish just shot her a questioning look. "What a re you talking about?" she asked with a sneer of her own.
"Oh I just wanted to say you must have done some kind of seducing to get The Hurricane to help you." Molly said with a sneer and walked away from the stunned blonde diva.
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"Shane have you seen my paint?" Jeff Hardy asked The Hurricane when he came back into the locker room.
"Nope" Shane "Hurricane" Helms answered as he sat down to wrap, his wrists.
"Who you got tonight?" Jeff asked
"Steven Richards" Shane answered.
"Why him?" Jeff asked another question.
"HE didn't like that I got involved in his girlfriends or whatever Victoria is to him match before."
"What do you have against Psycho Vicky?" Jeff asked.
"They were Double-teaming a women after she had a hardcore match in which she lost because he hit her with a trash can lid."
"Why did you feel the need to help Trish? Jeff asked again.
"Jeff dude what's with all the questions? Can't I just help someone I am a superhero" Hurricane said exasperated with the younger Hardy.
"Jezzzz.. you don't have to get all huffy about fine I will leave you alone". Jeff said as he finished painting his face.
"Jeff good luck on your match" Shane called after his friend. And went back to tapping his wrists.
He was doing some stretches when the was a light knock on the Locker room door.
"Hurricane?" Shane heard a woman's voice from the other side and instantly blushed.
"Yeah Trish" HE asked as he opened the door.
"Well I just wanted to offer to come down to the ring with you since Victoria is accompling Steven to the ring."
"Your sure up to it?" he asked as he saw her favoring her neck.
"You helped me and I want to help you." She said with a smile." You don't mind do you?" she asked a little unsure of herself.
"I be honored to have you in my corner." He said with a smile.
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Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are property of Vince McMahon and WWE.
This is only my third try at Fan fiction so please be kind.
Trish gingerly made her way to the medic room with help of The Hurricane. She was still a little shocked that he came to her aide in the ring.
"You'll be alright fair citizen Stratus." He said as he pulled back her blond hair so he could exam her neck.
"Hurricane not to be rude or ungrateful which I am very grateful. But why did you help me?" Trish asked the superhero/wrestler.
"The Hurricane always helps women in need," He said as he hit his famous pose.
She had to smile at him or she would have rolled her eyes and his weird actions.
"Well thank you. I don't want to think about what could of happened if you hadn't stopped them." She said with a shudder.
"No need for thanks it is what us superhero's do." He said with a smile and patted her shoulder. "You sure you be alright?" he asked seriously. " I have to start getting ready for my match with Steven Richards.
"I'll be fine and thank you again," Trish said as she raised herself on her tiptoes and placed a sweet little kiss on his left cheek.
She had to hold back a laugh when he blushed to his ears.
"Yeah ahh... Like I said before I always help a women in need." He said a little flustered. "Good-bye citizen Stratus" The hurricane said favoring her with a small bashful smile and walked away.
Trish had to smile at his actions. He was such a sweet and caring guy she though with a little sight.
"Well well. Lookie what we have here." A shrill voice said from behind Trish and she instantly stiffened.
"What do you want Molly?" Trish asked the brunette diva.
"Oh I just wanted to congratulate you on sticking your claws in your latest victim." Molly said with a sneer. Trish just shot her a questioning look. "What a re you talking about?" she asked with a sneer of her own.
"Oh I just wanted to say you must have done some kind of seducing to get The Hurricane to help you." Molly said with a sneer and walked away from the stunned blonde diva.
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"Shane have you seen my paint?" Jeff Hardy asked The Hurricane when he came back into the locker room.
"Nope" Shane "Hurricane" Helms answered as he sat down to wrap, his wrists.
"Who you got tonight?" Jeff asked
"Steven Richards" Shane answered.
"Why him?" Jeff asked another question.
"HE didn't like that I got involved in his girlfriends or whatever Victoria is to him match before."
"What do you have against Psycho Vicky?" Jeff asked.
"They were Double-teaming a women after she had a hardcore match in which she lost because he hit her with a trash can lid."
"Why did you feel the need to help Trish? Jeff asked again.
"Jeff dude what's with all the questions? Can't I just help someone I am a superhero" Hurricane said exasperated with the younger Hardy.
"Jezzzz.. you don't have to get all huffy about fine I will leave you alone". Jeff said as he finished painting his face.
"Jeff good luck on your match" Shane called after his friend. And went back to tapping his wrists.
He was doing some stretches when the was a light knock on the Locker room door.
"Hurricane?" Shane heard a woman's voice from the other side and instantly blushed.
"Yeah Trish" HE asked as he opened the door.
"Well I just wanted to offer to come down to the ring with you since Victoria is accompling Steven to the ring."
"Your sure up to it?" he asked as he saw her favoring her neck.
"You helped me and I want to help you." She said with a smile." You don't mind do you?" she asked a little unsure of herself.
"I be honored to have you in my corner." He said with a smile.
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