(Two Weeks Later On Monday Night Raw)
Trish was walking down the hall towards The Woman's locker room when she began to feel nauseous. She quickly leaned up against a nearby water fountain to try and calm down. She took a couple deep breaths to relax herself, but still felt like she was going to vomit. Tonight was definitely not the night for her to get sick, tonight she was finally making her debut as a WWF Diva. She took a couple sips of water, and then splashed some on her face figuring it might have had something to do with stage fright or something. Then continued on towards the woman's locker room.
As she walked into the woman's locker room, all the other girls grew quiet. She figured they might have been talking about her but her stomach was bothering her too much for her to care. She now felt exhausted for some reason and slowly made her way over to a nearby bench, avoiding all eye contact with all of the other divas. Everything just seemed to be going downward. She rested her head in her lap, and laid down in silence while the other girls continued giggle and whispering to each other.
''Uhm, Trish...'' Sable walked over taking a seat down beside her, tapping her on the back, wanting her to sit up so she could talk to her for a minute.
''What do you want?'' Trish grumbled, not bothering to even look in Sables direction.
'Snooty much,' Sable thought, but continued to try to make conversation with her. ''Well I just came over to welcome you to the WWF Divas Division.''
''Oh, thanks.'' Trish sat up to flash Sable a quick smile, but couldn't manage it. As she sat up and look over at Sable she felt queasy and quickly got up, pushing passed Sable covering her mouth and running into the bathroom.
Instantly leaving everyone to ask questions.
Lita walked into the stall, squatting down beside Trish who was now leaned over a toilet and held her hair up. ''Nervous?'' She asked, all in curiosity.
Trish let out a deep sigh, as she grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped her mouth. ''I honestly don't know what's wrong with me.'' She replied, tossing the tissue into the toilet and flushing it, resting up against the wall.
''Do you think it was something you ate maybe?'' Lita asked, as she closed the stall door and leaned up against it, looking down at Trish.
''I seriously don't know.'' Trish replied, not being able to think of anything that might have caused this. ''All I know is that lately I've been feeling like crap, and I haven't the slightest clue as to why.''
''Hmmm… Maybe you're feeling guilty about something.'' Lita suggested, as she walked over to the mirror that was hanging above the sink to check her makeup.
Trish took a second to think about that, but she couldn't think of anything. ''I-I, have nothing.'' She sighed, quickly leaning back over the toilet feeling like she was about to throw up again.
''Maybe its just stage fright,'' Lita replied, ''I mean, you haven't ever really worked the mic in front of billions of people, maybe you're just really nervous about it.''
Trish sat back against the wall, feeling like she was dying. It seemed like the life was just being sucked right out of her. She slowly rested her head back against the wall, and clutched her stomach. ''Lita, I really don't think I can go on tonight.''
''Feelin that bad huh?'' She asked, raising a brow over at Trish, as she closed her makeup kit. ''Okay, come with me.'' She replied, pulling Trish up and dragging her out through the locker room.
''Where are we going?'' Trish asked, worriedly trying her best to keep up with Lita.
''Trish, I'm pretty sure I know what's wrong with you.'' She yelled out, as she pulled Trish into the Trainers Room, which was right across the hall.
''Wait, what?'' She asked, as she snatched away from Lita, almost losing her balance, finally getting a chance to catch her breath.
''Don't be so worried.'' Lita laughed, ''It's definitely a good thing.''
''How could feeling like this ever be a good thing?'' Trish asked angrily, as the doctor came into the room with a smile across his face.
''Good evening ladies, how might I help you today?''
''Good-day Dr. Burns, we're here to get my friend Trish Stratus here a pregnancy test.''
Trish's eyes nearly popped out of her head, when Lita said that ''WHAT?'' She yelled out in disbelief. ''I might have a stomach virus or something, but I'm definitely not pregnant!''
''How can you be so sure Trish?'' Lita asked, sitting up on a stool.
''I just am!'' Trish retorted.
The doctor smiled to himself as he listened in on the conversation. Turning around with a First Response Pregnancy Test, in hand. ''Mind peeing on this?'' He asked Trish.
Trish gave him a look of disgust as he held it out to her, ''Noway, I'm 100% sure that I am not pregnant.''
''Then prove it.'' Lita said, with a daring smile. ''Take the test.''
Trish sighed, and finally agreed to take the test. ''Okay, how exactly does it work?'' She asked, looking down at the box that she now held down in her hands.
''Easy, just take it and sit it under your urine stream for about 5 seconds. After the urine has been absorbed, wait about 3 minutes with the results side sitting upward. If another line appears on the test that means there's a 99% chance that you are pregnant. If you don't see one, wait about 10 more minutes, and see if it appears, if not then that means you're not pregnant.''
Trish nodded and let out a deep sigh, ''Okay let's get this over with.''
''Good luck to you,'' Dr. Burns said with a smile, pointing Trish in direction of the bathroom.
Trish nodded, and headed back to the bathroom. She stood in the bathroom for five minutes alone thinking about what would happen if she was, and an extra 3 minutes to work up enough courage to actually take the test. The thought alone was making her stomach turn, but she finally convinced herself to do it. After she'd finished, she closed the cap on it and walked out of the bathroom, and sat it down on the counter while everyone awaited the results.
''Are you nervous?'' Dr. Burns asked her, noticing that she kept tapping her right foot.
''No-no, I'm fine.'' She replied, staring over at the clock waiting for three minutes to pass.
Trish seemed far too jittery for anyone to start-up a conversation, so everyone continued to sit in complete silence for the rest of the time. ''Aaaaaaaaaaaaand Time.'' Dr. Burns called out, as he watched his timer go off.
Trish jumped up nervously, as the Doctor picked up the pregnancy test and read it aloud. ''Trish..'' He smiled, over at her. ''You are indeed pregnant.''
Trish's heart sank at the news. ''You're kidding right?'' She asked, as she quickly ran over to read the pregnancy test for herself. ''I mean that has to be a mistake!''
''Told you.'' Lita smiled, as she climbed down from the stool she'd been sitting in, walking over to stand beside Trish.
''That test isn't 100% accurate is it?'' Trish asked, as she paced around nervously really needing to here that it wasn't very accurate results.
''There's a 1% chance that it could have made a mistake, but far more than likely you are.''
Trish tried to stay calm, but it was just too much to handle right now.''I cannot have this baby!'' Trish yelled out, as she stormed out of the Trainers room, with Lita quickly chasing after her.
''What do you mean you cannot have that baby?'' Lita asked, outraged that anyone could ever considering aborting a baby. She grabbed Trish's arm, and swung her around towards her. ''Trish, you cannot abort this baby!''
''Lita, I refuse to have it!'' She argued, looking down at her stomach then back up at Lita, ''I can't have this baby, and you can never let anyone know that I was ever pregnant!'' Trish demanded, as she turned away from her and began to walk away only to be held back by Lita.
''Trish, what's so bad about having this baby? You will have steady income, and definitely be able take care of it. Why would you want to abort such a precious part of life?'' Lita asked, not being able to understand Trish's decision.
''Lita you would never understand what I'd be going through every day if I have this kid!'' Trish retorted, touching her stomach, then snatching away from Lita, turning around towards her.
''No, what I don't understand is how anyone could ever want to abort a child! Trish, what is it? Do you think you'd be a bad mother or something?'' Lita asked, as she saw tears forming in Trish's eyes.
Trish wiped her eyes, as she looked up at the ceiling trying to keep the tears from running down her face. 'God, I'm so sick of feeling trapped by this man.' She sighed.
''C'mon, talk to me! Tell me what's wrong Trish! Tell me why you wouldn't want to have this child!'' Lita demanded, feeling there was no excuse in the world for such a rash decision. ''Does it have anything to do with the baby's father?'' Lita asked worriedly, placing a hand on Trish's shoulder. ''Are you afraid that you're going to have to be a single parent?''
Trish looked into Lita eyes, and then shook her head at this whole situation. Clearing her throat, before replying, ''Lita, if I have this baby I'll- I'll ruin a marriage, I'll ruin a career, and so much more.'' Trish sighed, feeling stupid for ever getting sexually involved with someone that she barely knew. ''I-I, don't want to ruin anything for anyone else.''
''Wait, so the baby's daddy is married?'' Lita asked, in utter disbelief with the news Trish had just told her that. ''What the hell were you doing, fooling around with a married man in the first place Trish?''
''It's not even like I knew he was married,'' Trish argued, agitated that that could be the reputation she has if anyone finds out about this. ''I-I, just knew he was someone that I really liked spending time with.'' Trish sighed, as she turned her attention downward to the tile not being able to fight back anymore tears.
Lita looked into Trish's eyes, and couldn't help but to feel bad for her. The pain was so visible, and Lita could tell Trish really needed someone right now, so she walked over and held her. ''Shhh… Don't let this guy get you down. Everything's going to be juuust fine.'' She whispered, as she gently rubbed Trish's back allowing her to rest her head on her shoulder and break down, as she continued to say things to try and calm her down.
Trish had finally calmed down after three minutes, and slowly backed away from Lita's embrace, still wiping her eyes. ''I really can't believe this is happening to me right now.'' She sighed, letting out a nervous laugh.
''Well just don't look at it as a bad thing.'' Lita replied in a low calming voice, ''Look at it as another pay check.'' Lita teased, getting a small smile from Trish that quickly went away.
''I really don't want him to know honestly.'' Trish remembered, as she looked over at Lita then back down at her stomach, imagining what it's going to look like in a couple months ''I mean, sure it would be great to build a complete family, but he already has that. And well, I don't want to be the one to take that away from him.''
Lita shook her head at Trish, baffled by the decisions she was choosing to make. ''Well, that's your choice.'' She replied, deciding not to question it. ''So… what about your big debut tonight?''
Trish let out a sigh of disappointment, having had totally forgotten about that. ''Well, I guess Vince will have to find someone to fill in that spot. I mean, as of now my career here is over.''
''No it's not.'' Lita replied, receiving a confused look from Trish, ''I mean you did sign a 4 year contract, so Vince will still find a way to make use of you. Maybe you could manage a team.''
''Huh?'' Trish asked, still not understanding what Lita was talking about.
''Like a tag team, for example the Hardy Boyz. All you really have to do is go find two random superstars, and put them together as a set for the tag team titles.'' Lita explained, ''That way you can still make your big debut, but you'll be part of a trio. And all you really have to do is stand outside at ringside and cheer them on.''
''Hm… I really like the way you think.'' Trish admitted, as she thought about it a little more, ''But who exactly should I try to manage?''
''I say, choose two tall guys, with confidence that goes through the roof.'' Lita suggested, ''Possibly Test and Albert.''
''So T&A?'' Trish smiled, already thinking of good titles for the duo.
''Catchy.'' Lita replied, returning her smile. ''So anyways, you should go talk to them. See if you can convince them, before you have to go out and make your debut.''
''Your right, I should go do that.'' Trish replied, as she turned and started walking away from Lita.
''Be sure to tell me, how everything goes!'' Lita yelled out, as they grew further and further apart.
''Will do.'' She yelled back, as she continued down the hall.
(Meanwhile)
Dwayne had been on edge for the past two weeks; Jericho had yet to tell his wife Dany anything about Trish. But he knew it was just a matter of time before he did. Dwayne and his wife were already having problems in their relationship, regarding him and his wrestling career. She didn't like that he was always on the road all the time, and just wished he'd take a break from it all to spend more time with his family. When he refused, it made them even more distant as she stopped answering his phone calls, and moved back home with her mother, making it even harder on their relationship. Dwayne had never been a cheater, hell he loved his wife. But it started being harder not to look at other woman, as his relationship slowly began to crumble. Especially when he laid eyes on Trish...
He entered into the arena, with a water bottle in hand. Walking with such purpose, as he entered in through the double doors. He didn't stop for his daily interview, or to greet anyone as his focus was only on one thing and one thing alone. He headed straight towards the ring, having had a lot of his mind for the past two weeks. As he walked from behind the black curtain, the crowd went nuts as they always did, but today not even the crowd could uplift his spirit, as he walked down to the ring. He walked over to the opposite side of the ring, and requested one of the microphones. The ring announcer got up and handed him his. He then walked over and stood in the middle of the ring, waiting for his music to cut out, and listened on as the crowd chanted his name. He stood, and turned around looking out at the audience and read the some of the signs that were being held up. Waiting for the chants to die down, before he spoke into the microphone, ''Finally, The Rock has come back to Chiicaaaagooo!'' He then stared around the ring again as the crowd continued to chant his name, walking angrily around in it with the mike in hand. ''The Rock has had a lot on his mind these past two weeks of Monday night raw. That being said The Rock also has a lot of things he needs to get off of his chest.'' He walked over sitting his belt down against the turn buckle and turned his gaze down towards the ramp. ''I'm here to tell Chris, to get his monkey ass down here!'' He yelled out, demanding that Jericho to come out. As he continued pacing around the ring angrily, holding his attention out towards the top of the ramp. Jericho must have known he was going to call him out there, as he came out not even 10 seconds afterwards with a microphone in hand, stopping at the top of the ramp with a smug grin on his face.
''Funs over, eh Rocky?'' Jericho smirked, as he walked from side to side staring down at the mike as he spoke. ''You come out here, feeling very defensive. Why? Could it be because you possibly have something to hide?'' He laughed, as he stopped pacing and stood in the center of the ramp looking out at The Rock. ''You got these people backing you, 24/7. Millions upon, millions of fans constantly chanting you're name, and now you're the WWE Champion! I have to admit, Your wife's got to be pretty proud of you.'' He continued, taking a pause to look around at everyone that was holding up The Rock's signs. ''Bet she watches this show every night, and could possibly be watching it right now.'' He paused, to look over and enjoy the angry look that stayed on The Rocks face. ''What, you don't like me talking about your wife? What's her name Dany?'' He asked, sounding rather uncertain, ''I mean, I can never be really sure when you never really talk about her. At some point, I thought Trish was your girl.'' He said, giving a humored laugh, ''I mean wouldn't you when you see this kind of stuff. Could someone please roll that clip for me?'' He asked, as a video began to play of Dwayne and Trish kissing. ''You must have forgotten that they have video camera's out in the lobby, that record things 24/7'' He laughed.
Dwayne instantly dropped the microphone, as he slid out through the bottom rope and ran down the ramp towards Jericho. Only to have Jericho run out through the black curtain. After Dwayne ran through it, he saw no sign of Jericho, and continued running straight through the lobby looking both ways for him. After he'd gotten to the parking lot exited, he'd figured he'd ran too far and let out a deep sigh, just as his phone went off. He looked down at it to see his wife's name appear, and let out another sigh before answering. ''Hello ?'' He answered, bending over to catch his breath.
''Dwayne, is she the reason why you couldn't take a day off work to spend time with your family?'' Dwayne distraught wife asked him, as tears filled in her eyes as their confused daughter continued to ask her why her dad was kissing another woman.
''No, of course not.'' He quickly answered, looking over at a camera man who was stilling filming and gesturing for him to go away.
''Dwayne, our daughter just witnessed you kiss another woman!'' She cried out, as she got up off the sofa and walked into the kitchen, not wanting their daughter to ever see her like this.
Dwayne stood up straight, rubbing the back of his neck as he started back towards his locker room. ''I'm sorry.'' being all he could think to say.
''You don't mean that!'' His wife argued, the hurt showing fairly well in her voice. ''You never even spoke my name to any of your co-workers!''
''I hardly ever even hung-out with any of them outside the ring!'' Dwayne tried to explain, only to be cut off by his wife.
''So what are you saying? That you just like to put your lips on total strangers?'' She asked, angrily. ''Then you started offering to show her your package? What the hell kind of shit is that Dwayne? From what I saw you clearly had no regrets on any of that!''
Dwayne grew silent, knowing his wife was right. He didn't regret the things he'd done with Trish. He'd cherished every moment they'd spent together. And still wished that they could continue doing those things, but sadly Trish had been avoiding him and his phone calls. He was so distracted by the thought of her, that he'd completed phased out on the phone conversation until he'd heard the words ''GO BE WITH THAT TRASH, BECAUSE AFTER EVERYTHING'S ALL SAID AND DONE SHE'LL BE ALL YOU HAVE LEFT!'' and before he could reply, his wife had hung-up on him. He'd tried to call her back, only to keep getting sent to voice mail. He let out a deep sigh, as he tightly gripped his phone and his hand and continued towards his locker room. As he turned the corner he almost walked into Prince Albert, who was discussing a business relationship with Trish, along with Test.
Trish grew quiet, and turned her back to Dwayne as if he wasn't there when she saw him, and continued talking to Test and Albert.
''What's up Dwayne?'' Albert said, acknowledging Dwayne's existence.
Dwayne paid him no attention, as he walked around him. He stopped to look over at Trish then just shook his head, when he noticed her giving him the cold shoulder as he disappointingly continued walking passed towards his locker room.
''What's up with that?'' Albert asked, looking down the hall at Dwayne, then back over at Test and Trish.
Trish just rolled her eyes, and glanced over at Dwayne through the corner of her eyes then continued talking. ''So anyways, sounds like a plan?''
''Uh, sure I'm down.'' Albert agreed.
Trish then raised a brow over at Test, who seemed a bit annoyed. ''So…?'' She asked, waiting for his answer.
''Whatever.'' He replied sounding rather irritated, as he turned and walked away from them.
Albert raised a brow at Test, then looked down at Trish, ''I wonder why everyone's in such a bad mood today.''
Trish who was staring down the hall at Test as he turned the corner shrugged, looking back over at Albert as Test vanished around it. ''You know… I haven't a clue. Maybe it's just that time of the month.'' Trish shrugged, not being able to help but wonder if Dwayne was missing her. She missed him terribly, but she knew it wouldn't be right if she continued seeing him. She looked down at her stomach, rubbing it, then looked over at Prince Albert who was giving her a confused look.
''You okay?'' He asked.
Trish then quickly dropped her hands to her side and nodded. ''Never better.''
There's chapter 11! :D Hope you liked the surprise! Much more to come! I'll be updating as soon as possible! This chapter was actually much longer than I'd expected it to be. But anyways, again thanks for all the great reviews and if you think I should change up the story a bit, or if there's a character you'd like me to add into it feel free to ask, and I'll be sure to add them in somehow. :)