March 29th, 2008:
Rock found himself angrily pouring himself some water from the water cooler.
To say he wasn't very happy is the understatement of the fucking century.
Tonight was the WWE 2008 Hall of Fame, where he'd be inducting "High Chief" Peter Maivia and "Soulman" Rocky Johnson.
He anticipated this positively, veins filled with euphoria. The amount of pride he had for these members of his own family swelled within his heart.
But that wasn't even on his mind now.
He'd seen Trish three times tonight. All in passing.
The two had once had a very close, but platonic, relationship, it was strained often, usually due to himself, but it still made the hairs on his neck stand up when he thought about it.
And no, she wasn't the first and last thing on his everyday. They'd had a falling out and that, almost more so than their actual two-year relationship, is what bothered him.
They'd seen each other after that, again, only in passing, but back then they avoided each others' eyes. Sure, you could see out if the corner of your eye the other one looking at you out of the corner of their eye, but other than that, they no longer existed to each other.
But that was last time. The most recent time they'd been in the same room together was at Wrestlemania XX in 2004.
This 'reunion', however, Trish was not trying to avoid his eyes. Maybe she'd needed time to thaw… or maybe boil's better. Yeah, she needed time to steam and boil, and now, she was ready to make her anger clear.
This time, all three times they'd passed, she actually had the audacity to glare at him! Like, if looks could kill, he'd be a pile of ashes in the corner.
He wasn't happy about it. He had right to be mad too. He just wasn't going to stoop to her level of childness.
Taking a refreshing swig if water, he sees Trish briefly pass through the lounge, quickly exiting, and began heading back to the dressing rooms.
It was as if she could feel his eyes on her, maybe she could, all he knew was when she opened the door to leave the lounge, she looked back, immediately making eye contact with him.
She gave him a quick glare, of course, but this time she added a middle finger!
To make things worse, the lounge wasn't exactly empty and a good portion of the occupants saw the encounter, finding it amusing.
Rick threw his cup down, fists clenched, following Trish. He'd bad the last straw.
He saw she was indeed heading towards the womens' dressing room, luckily, he saw across the hall there was a janitor's closet. He saw it cracked, so he grabbed Trish's arm, startling her temporarily, and shoving her into the janitor's closet, following her, and shutting and locking the door behind them.
"We need to talk." Dwayne says earnestly.
"So you bring me in here, are we talking or are you raping me?"
"If I'd approached you and asked to go somewhere to talk, would you have listened?"
Trish rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Probably not. But you don't deserve to talk to me. Now, move, I'm leaving."
Keeping to her word, she heads for the door, despite the big body in the way. She waits for him to move, clearing her throat to make prominent her intentions.
"Move!" Trish demands.
"No."
"Yes! You can't keep me in here. This is against my will, you know? Some could call this *kidnapping*?"
"You couldn't pay me to kidnap you. I'll let you our when we're done."
She tries pushing him, he doesn't budge. After realizing this won't work, she comes after him, swinging fists.
Rock grabs them, pushing her backward into the wall opposite the door.
He pins her fists above her head, and she's really glaring at him now, but he's returning the favor.
And now he's leaning in, planning to whisper into her ear, planning to show whose boss in this situation, but his… urges, maybe, take over, and he's leaning in, but he reaches her lips instead of her ears. He's hesitant to close those few, mere inches between them, but he has to look at her reaction.
Her eyes are closed and her lips are puckered. She's anticipating this, he smirks to himself, she just as wanting. He closes the distance.
He didn't come in here to have a make out session, but he's not regretting it.
Trish tilts her head a little, deepening the kiss, then she reaches up and rubs his chest.
Dwayne rubs her arms, then snakes his right hand between the valley of her breasts.
He hadn't actually touch her breasts, but the move seemed to have sparked something in Trish. She pulls away, actually gasping and covering her mouth.
She almost looks scared, "I'm married!"
She looks up at Dwayne, eyes deemed with nothing but wariness and gentleness, "Damn, Dwayne, I'm married! What am I going to do?"
"Listen to me, it was only a kiss. Actors do it everyday, just-forget about it-, Ron doesn't have to know."
Trish temporarily forgets her state of fretting, "you know my husband's name?"
Rock shrugs, "I heard about it back in 2006."
"And you know when we got married?"
"I just remember, okay? From the dirt sheets and stuff, it's not big deal."
"Oh yeah? Does *your wife* know about you keeping tabs on me? How will she feel about what just happened here?"
"Dany and I are divorced."
"What? Since when?"
"It'll be finalized in May. We just came to the conclusion we didn't want to be together anymore."
"Uh, no. You don't just decide you don't want to be together anymore. What's you do? Did you cheat on her?"
"No, I didn't! What's it to you?"
"Well, let's see. You trap me in a janitor's closet, won't let me get out, and you've killed my marriage, I think you can at least answer my questions."
"I'm not home a lot. She wants the family life, she said she can't get that with me never at home to be a husband and dad."
"I hate hearing that. I hate you, but it's unfortunate to see a relationship that had lasted so long end."
"Um… thanks. Trish, I'll get to the point, I think we need to try to come to a truce. I've noticed your cat eyes at me, and really, can't we handle this in a more adult way?"
Trish, having not even paid attention to what he'd just said, deep in thought, starts laughing, almost to a point of creepiness, then says, "funny, isn't it? People thought we were having an affair when we weren't doing anything, and now that we're doing stuff, no one knows! The irony, my god!"
"Trish!" Dwayne grabs her shoulders, "you're cracking. You've got to calm yourself. Take a deep breath."
"Why aren't you freaking out? Was this your plan; come in here, make me kiss you, then go tell Ron?"
"Wait a minute! *Make* you kiss me? I didn't see any ropes around you! You had just as much choice as I did. We call things like this *mutuality*."
"Shut the fuck up! He's gonna wonder where I've been. I can just tell him talking to the girls. What if he asks one of them, though?"
"Or you could tell him the truth."
"No! No, no, no, no, no. You don't know Ron like I do, cheaters repulse him. He'll have me divorced so quickly he'll be going out with Dany for drinks after your two's finalization."
Dwayne laughs, a happy, hearty laugh. "What if that's not such a bad thing-you two breaking up, I mean."
"What are you talking about? I love him!"
"If he'd someone as amazing as you for kissing another guy, he doesn't deserve you."
"That wasn't just a kiss, Dwayne. There was… something behind that."
"That's where I'm getting at! We couldn't do anything back in the day, I had Dany, but now…" he intertwines their hands, "nothing's stopping us now."
Dwayne's not sure where this is coming from, but he's just hot the urge to fight for Trish. They never got a chance to date, maybe today wasn't just a coincidence.
Trish unconnected their hands, tossing his back toward him, "for someone who cared about me so much back in the day, you treated me like shit. And I'm the kind of person, Dwayne, I remember that, and to get me to forget is not an easy thing."
"But I'm up for the challenge. Trish, I, I really like you."
"Where is this coming from, huh?"
"I still think about you every do often, and I miss our relationship, and what it should have eventually become, and now, kissing you, it opens my eyes to just how much you mean to me."
Trish shakes her head frantically. "Dwayne, I, I just can't. Thank you for the willingness to put the past in the past, and it's sweet you still care, well, thank you do. But I have new life now, okay? And I've got to go deal with that."
She goes around him and heads toward the door, he's not gonna try to stop her from leaving, but he's got to know, "Trish, under different circumstances, could we ever have a chance?"
She turns to him, "I like to think so, yes." Then she turns around and leaves. Again.