Hey guys! I know it's been really long since I updated this, but school started so I didn't have a lot of time. I kept meaning to post, but I just couldn't find the time to finish it. Anyway, this is the second part of Against The World, enjoy!
Trish hummed happily as she flicked through her texts on her phone. She had a match against Terri later, and Lita had a backstage segment with Triple H. Nothing major.
Lita came out of the bathroom, frowning. 'Hey Trish, if you wanted to borrow my jacket, you could have just asked."
"I didn't."
"Well, I can't find it."
"Huh?" Trish got off the sofa.
"I can't find it." Lita repeated. "I wore it last night and when I came to work this morning I brought it along in case we have a meeting."
"That's not weird, Li. I bet Stacy and Torrie took it, as usual." Trish sighed.
"Hey, you're right!" Lita brightened.
"But don't go around accusing people, Li. Look again and if you really can't find it, we'll go look for those gym jerks, okay?" Trish settled back down and continued scrolling through her texts.
"You're sure this is the one?" Trish asked tentatively as she and Lita stood outside a wooden peach coloured door.
"Yes! Well, not really, but Terri shares with them, and I saw her going in here, so…"
"That doesn't prove anything, Li." Trish rolled her eyes, "She could have been visiting someone.
"Only one way to find out." Lita rapped sharply on the door.
There was silence, then Terri opened the door and peered out. "Hey."
"Hi, Terri!" Trish said brightly, "Can we talk to Torrie and Stacy?"
"I'm not sure 'talk' is the right word." Lita mumbled.
"What's that, Lita?"
"I said-"
"She can't wait to talk with them, right Li?" Trish pinched Lita's elbow.
"Ow!"
"Yeah, well, they're not in right now."
"They're not?"
"Yeah, no. You could ask Tajiri though. He's Torrie's best friend next to Stacy, so he might know."
"Okay, thanks Ter-"
Terri closed the door.
"Well that was nice." Lita huffed.
"Easy, firecracker." Trish pulled her towards another door. "I think this is his."
"How do you know?'
"It, uh, says Tajiri on the door?"
"Oh, well okay." Lita knocked loudly on the wood.
After a while, Tajiri came to the door. "Trish, Lita, how are you?"
"Blooming fru-"
"Blooming." Trish interrupted, smiling prettily at Tajiri. "Is Torrie here?"
He winked at her. "Yeah, she's right here, should I get her for you?"
"Thanks, Tajiri."
He disappeared and Torrie came to the door. Her eyebrows were knitted together in suspicion and she gave them the special look of malice that she reserved just for them.
"What do you want?"
Lita took a step towards her and Torrie shrank back. "Where's my jacket?" Lita growled.
"I don't know what you're talking about, okay?" Torrie went to close the door, but Lita blocked it with her foot.
"You better give it back."
Stacy suddenly appeared beside Torrie. "What are you talking about?"
"Give me back my jacket." Trish put her hand on Lita's arm to soothe her.
"Look Stacy, just give it back, and there won't be any trouble." Trish didn't want to get in a fight, not before her own match.
Stacy studied Trish's face, then seemed to make up her mind. "Of course, Trish, we'll give it back, we wouldn't want a fight." she said smoothly.
"We will?" Torrie asked, confused. Stacy glared at her.
"Yes, we will." she said through gritted teeth. She went to fetch her cloak and pulled out Lita's rhinestone jacket from under it, carefully folded and neatly pressed.
"Tajiri saw it on the floor this morning, Lita." Stacy said with a sadistic smile, "And we thought we'd help you."
Lita snatched it out of Stacy's hands. "I don't need help from you, *****." she growled.
"Li!" Trish was shocked.
"That's all right, Trish, she doesn't know what she's saying. Tut tut, Lita, mind your language…" with that, Stacy whirled away into the locker room, Torrie trailing behind her, still looking slightly bewildered.
"Can you believe that?" Lita stormed. "The nerve of that Stacy!" she stomped back down the corridor in the direction of their locker room.
"Lita!" Trish hurried along beside her. "What was that all about? Why were you so rude to them?"
"Trish, have you forgotten who that was? Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, the worst people in the company!"
"Li, I heard this morning from Tajiri that they had to wake up at the crack of dawn and they had to drive all the way to Houston to get a package that just arrived for Hunter. And that package was super important because it had all our costumes sewn and ready for the next two weeks! Ours not theirs, you know!" Trish finally caught up with her best friend at the door to their locker room.
Lita paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Well, I suppose that was nice of them." she said gruffly.
"So you shouldn't have said that to them." Trish said sternly, folding her arms and tapping her foot.
"Okay, okay, Mama Stratus, I get it." Lita rolled her eyes as she entered their room.
Back in Tajiri's locker room, Torrie turned on Stacy. "Stace! What was that? Why did you give her jacket away? I didn't even know you had it!"
But Stacy put her hand out to stop the barrage of questions. "It's fine, Torrie. I stole the jacket this morning, and remember when I told Tajiri to tell Trish we had to drive down all the way to Houston?" Stacy snapped her fingers. "Perfect alibi and perfect way to influence Trish."
"But why do you need an alibi if you wanted to give it back? And you promised you had a plan! You promised we would walk out as the new number one contenders for the women's championship!" Torrie flopped down on the sofa and pouted.
"Patience, Torrie! We need an alibi so no one will suspect it was us! Remember we needed to stop at Vencha's to get something? I bought a small perfume that's toxic, it will reduce a performer's abilities and make them short and irritable. With luck, Lita won't be able to perform as well, and Trish will get so fed up it will affect her too!" Stacy finished triumphantly.
"Ooh!" Torrie clapped her hands in delight. "I see, I see! But, how will we make sure we win?"
"Still trying to figure that out." Stacy admitted, sinking down on the sofa next to Torrie and rubbing her temples with her fingers. "I suppose we could stage small fatal accidents for all of them."
"Fatal? Accidents? What's this I hear?" Tajiri asked, coming over.
"Oh, just a little something to send all the other women down a one way trip to certain failure." Stacy smirked.
Tajiri looked a little worried. "That's… a bit dangerous Stace. I've already done what you needed me to do, surely there isn't anything else you need to do?"
"Yes there is. And we need your help again."
Tajiri frowned. He looked at Torrie, who was biting her lip.
"Well, I don't know Stace, it's not bulletproof. But unless we can find another idea, I'm in." Torrie said firmly. She looked at Tajiri. "We need help, if I want to be Women's Champion."
When she said that, something flickered in Stacy's eyes, but Torrie, overcome by the possibility, remained blissfully unaware. Tajiri saw it though, and resolved to talk about it to Torrie later.
"Are you in, Tajiri?" Torrie asked. "Please? I- I do want to see the Women's title hanging in our locker room. Please?"
When she turned those doe-like, soft, brown eyes on him, there was no saying no. And if he helped, he could monitor Stacy and possibly keep Torrie safe from whatever devious plot Stacy was hatching.
"Deal." he said.
Trish headed backstage in search of Lita. Her match against Terri had been a piece of cake, and she was glowing all over from it.
"Hey, Trish!"
Trish whipped around expecting to see her best friend, but instead was confronted with the most poisonous woman in all of WWE.
"What do you want?"
Stacy looked a little taken aback at the rudeness of Trish's reply. "Well, geez, Trish, all I wanted to do was come over and congratulate you on your match," Stacy huffed.
The easily forgiving Trish melted like a pat of butter. She gave Stacy a warm smile, "Thanks, Stace. Your match wasn't that bad either."
"Aww, you're sweet, Trish. Anyways, I wanted to wish you luck for that number one contenders match at the next Pay Per View. Speaking of which, do you know when it is?"
"Haven't got a clue. Good luck to you to!"
"May the best woman win!" Stacy laughed as she set off to find Torrie.
When she found her in Tajiri's dressing room, she chuckled. "Hey, Torrie, I think I've had a little success with our blonde bombshell…"
Trish finally located Lita chatting to Anna.
"Hey, Li! Hey, Anna!"
"Hi, Trish! Great match!" Anna replied, smiling.
"Trishie, did you hear?" Lita asked excitedly, "There's a rumour going around that our number one contender's match will be next week!"
"Really? Hunter said it was going to be at the next Pay Per View, though…?" Trish hopped up onto the one of the sound speaker boxes beside Lita.
"Well, Debra was a bit sketchy around the details, but according to her, it was supposed to be Goldberg vs Triple H next week. However, as you know, Goldberg's knee injury should keep him out of the ring for a couple more weeks, so Debra says Hunter wants to fill in the gap."
"That's so cool for you guys!" Anna filled a paper cup of water and handed it to Trish. "Here, I bet you're thirsty after that match."
"Thanks, Anna. Oh and by the way, you'll never guess who stopped to talk to me earlier! Stacy of all people!"
"Stacy? As in Stacy Keibler?" Lita's eyes were already narrowing down to slits.
Trish winced, "Oh, come on Li, she's not all bad."
"That girl!" Anna shook her head in disapproval, "She really needs to get a clue."
"Thank you, Anna!"
Trish rolled her eyes. "Li, do I have to remind you that she drove all the way to Houston to get our costumes for us? And all she wanted to do was congratulate me on my match and wish me luck for the number one contender's match, that's all." Trish took a sip of water from her paper cup.
Lita glanced down at her watch. "Shit! I'm going to be late for Hunter, gotta run!"
She dashed off down the corridor.
There was a polite knock on the door. "Come in!" Trish called.
The door swung open and Stacy stood there, smiling brightly as if she were an angel.
"Hey, Trish! I just wanted to let you know, Hunter's calling a meeting for all the girls in the number one contender's match."
"Great!" Trish started to head out.
"You should bring a jacket, Trish." Stacy said in a concerned tone. "Can't have you catching a cold!"
"Gee, thanks Stace." Trish was touched and didn't notice Stacy's smirk as she peered around for her jacket. She spotted Lita's rhinestone jacket piled up in a corner. "I'll take Li's too. She's actually having a segment with Hunter right now."
"Oh, nice." In truth, Stacy had actually known that. She and Torrie had carefully planned the perfect time to fetch Trish; when Lita wasn't around. The feisty red head was a lot more mistrusting than the mild-tempered blonde. She could barely conceal her delight when
Mistaking Stacy's silence, Trish said cheerfully, "Oh, you don't have to be worried about Li! She can be a bit… blunt and sharp at times, but she's really sweet."
"I hope you're right, Trish." they started walking down the corridor together.
"Where's Torrie?"
"She's not feeling too well." Stacy said slyly. She and Torrie had decided that it would be less suspicious for Stacy to go and fetch Trish if Torrie had a valid excuse for not being there. "She's resting up in the dressing room."
"I hope she gets better in time for next week," Trish said graciously.
"Next week?"
"Oh, you don't know? Debra said that because Goldberg's knee injury will have him out for a couple of weeks, they want our match to replace it next week."
"Really? I suppose that's why Hunter's having the meeting with us, then."
They reached Hunter's dressing room door and Stacy gestured for Trish to go in first.
Trish smiled and went in happily, oblivious to Stacy's sly sneer.
Hunter raised his eyebrows at them as they came in. "Good, you're here! Now we're just waiting for Ivory, Torrie, Gail, and of course, the champ herself."
"Oh, Torrie's not coming, Hunter." Trish answered, "She's feeling a bit sick."
"Hm." Hunter looked at Stacy to confirm this, knowing that both girls were enemies.
"Oh, yes, Hunter, Torrie's not that well today." Stacy lied smoothly.
"Really? We saw her this morning and she was fine!" came a cutting voice of suspicion.
Trish didn't know why, but she suddenly felt irritable and woozy. "Just give it a rest, Lita!" she said loudly.
The chatting stopped and silence filled the air. Upon seeing the look of shock and hurt on Lita's face, Trish felt bad. Without a word, she crossed the room and sat next to Lita, who remained silent as well. The ache in Trish's head was starting to get worse.
Trying hard to make peace, Trish offered Lita's jacket to her and shrugged on her own black jacket. The minute Lita put it on, the pain in Trish's head eased. She smiled. Maybe it was guilt that was giving her that headache.
Now Lita's forehead was creased with frown lines. Before Trish could ask her what was the matter, Ivory, along with Gail Kim and Molly Holly, who was clutching her title like it was a newborn baby entered.
"Perfect," Hunter clapped his hands, "Now that you're all here, I can tell you what's going to happen for your match. I had to refine my idea slightly, so it's going to be a number one contender's battle royal for the Women's Championship next week."
"What about the actual match against Molly?" Jazz asked, licking her lips. You could tell she couldn't wait to get her hands on the Women's title. Molly glanced at her nervously, and clutched her belt even tighter.
"Well, about that… I actually considered putting you guys up for the main event at Summerslam."
There were excited squeals, and even Molly forgot to be worried about her defense of her title belt in the prospect of main eventing one of the big four events of the year.
"Anyway," Hunter laughed, "That's it for now, you girls take it easy and don't do anything rough this week, okay? Molly, could you stay back for a while? You and I need to have a talk about that title defense."
The rest of the women except Molly filed out, talking excitedly. Trish was beaming happily, until she saw Lita's face. The red-head was frowning intensely, her fingers pressed to her temples.
"Uh, Li? You okay?" Trish asked, concerned.
"Yeah… I think I just need to lie down for a bit."
"I hope you aren't getting sick as well, Lita!" A voice came from beside them, nearly making Trish jump out of her skin. Stacy appeared, her voice laced with concern, "It would be so dreadful considering what Hunter just told us. Main eventing Summerslam!"
"The only thing that could make me sick is you." Lita growled, "And who said you would main event Summerslam? Only the person that wins the battle royale, which is definitely not going to be you."
Stacy stepped back, putting her hands up in defense. "Easy there, Lita. I was just-"
"I know what you just said," Lita cut her off. "And I don't want my ears to suffer too much damage, so scat."
"Okay, okay," Stacy backed away down the corridor, muttering under her breath, "Geez…"
"Li-"
"Look, Trish, if you're going to defend that no good bimbo, then go away."
"Okay, Li! Chill, gosh…"
Lita shrugged off her jacket. "Why'd you bring this anyway, it's boiling hot here!"
Almost instantly, her forehead cleared and her shoulders relaxed. "Wow, I feel better now. Like, honestly."
"Really? I was feeling irritable myself, earlier… when I was-" Trish trailed off, biting her lip. "Hey, Li, can I see that jacket?"
Lita passed it over, frowning. "What are you getting at Trish?"
"In a minute…" Trish sniffed the jacket and was immediately overcome with a wave of nausea. "Li, there's something wrong with your jacket. I was carrying it just now, and then I felt irritable, and then you were wearing it, and you felt bad. Go on, sniff it."
Lita obliged and wrinkled her nose. "Wow, yep. But who- Oh my god!"
"Li, calm down!"
Lita was stomping around in fury. "Who had my jacket this morning, Trish? Who? And who supposedly drove all the way to 'Houston' to do something to my jacket? Huh? Who?"
"Lita! Although… Stacy made me bring you your jacket!"
"Exactly!"
Even though she was hopping mad at Stacy's ploy, Trish realised that she had to maintain some level of calmness for Lita. If she didn't, the redhead was likely to go and rip Stacy's head off.
"Okay, Li, chill a bit, let's go back to the room, okay? Then you can yell all you want."
Lita allowed herself to be dragged along, chocolate brown eyes narrowed and smoke practically coming out of her ears.
The minute their door closed, Lita shook herself loose and punched the sofa hard.
"Li!" Trish ran over from the door and grabbed her best friend's arm.
"Give me a minute, Trish," Lita closed her eyes and blew out her cheeks like a chipmunk. After a while, she opened them. "I need to burn off some steam, be back in a bit."
Trish let her go, after Lita promised that she would not go and punch Stacy's face into the wall.
Sitting by herself on the sofa, Trish furrowed her brow as she thought of a way to get Stacy back that wasn't too suspect.
When she was least expecting it, there was a soft knock on her door. Trish closed her eyes. If it was Stacy Keibler again, she would be lucky if she left with both arms intact. Keep smiling, Trish reminded herself. Keep…
"Anna!" she cried in relief, sounding maybe a bit too relieved, because Anna frowned.
"Something the matter, Trish? I saw Li punching the punching bags in the gym like she was gonna kill someone."
"No… well, yes actually." Trish spilled Stacy's plan to Anna.
Anna frowned. "That sounds exactly like her. If I were you, I would take the jacket to the doctor, just to check it's not anything harmful. Then if you really want to get back at her, I suggest you still act like you're feeling the effects of the jacket. That way you have the element of surprise. Then at your battle royale, you can snap out of it and while they're shocked, knock them out of the ring."
"Huh! Not a bad idea," Trish said thoughtfully. "Thanks Anna."
"Anytime." Anna left Trish alone to her thoughts.
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