Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or WWF, don't sue.

Note: this is a revised version of the original

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"Fine, but don't expect me to come crawling back to you!" Jeff angrily yelled, turning off his cell phone.

Matt had sworn to Jeff that he wouldn't tell Beth about what had happened with Molly, but only after much begging from Jeff. The call that he received from a none too pleased Beth proved otherwise. It was apparent Matt hadn't kept his promise.

Jeff left his locker room, trying to find where Matt was. He found Matt talking to Al Snow in the cafeteria, looking as content as he ever had.

"Why did you do that Matt?" Jeff pushed Matt, causing him to take a step back.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You promised not to tell Beth!" Jeff's face was one of anger, his calm, laid-back attitude long gone.

"Well I call it fair-play."

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked uneasily, backing down under Matt's cold gaze.

"You got someone I loved, I told off someone you cared for. Sounds pretty reasonable to me."

Jeff let go of Matt, his face no longer one of anger, but of confusion. "You like…Molly?"

"What did you think I did in all the times I helped Molly, spending time with her and talking with her? I'm in love with her and you kissed her. How did you think that made me feel? Not to mention that you already have a girlfriend who's always at your beck and call. She doesn't deserve the garbage that you're giving her, so I thought I'd help her out by letting her know what you've been doing behind her back. You've always gotten what you wanted, until now. Didn't you know Jeff? Nobody can have it all. Not even you."

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Trish was sitting on one of the wooden benches in the woman's locker room, bending down to tie her leather boots. She was finishing up the last of her outfit because of her match which was to be set up two matches after.

She heard the door opening, she glanced at the entrance to the locker room, but found only a swinging door, with no one in sight.

Must be a prank.

She shrugged it off, bending down to finish tying her shoes.

Suddenly, a force picked her up, pushing her up roughly against the lockers that aligned the locker room.

Trish clutched her head in pain, it had hit with much force against the metal. She could actually begin to see the faint lights in front of her eyes, the throbbing almost too much to bear.

"How does it feel now that your in my place huh?" The man hissed into her ear.

"Tommy, get the fuck off." She tried to push him, but he held her arms, he overpowered her easily.

"You like embarrassing me? I'll teach you what happens to little whores like you." Tommy grabbed her hair, pulling it back forcefully, kissing her roughly.

Trish managed to pull away, slapping him as hard as she could manage to while she was in the stage that she was. She screamed, hoping someone would be able to hear her, to come help, she knew she couldn't stop him by herself.

His head snapped sideways, he touched his mouth, she had slapped him enough to cut his lip. He wiped the blood away from his mouth. "Not bad."

Trish looked at him in horror. She closed her eyes, knowing if no one came to help now, there wasn't knowing what he would do. He grabbed a hold of her top, tearing it.

The door swung open just then. She didn't care who it was, but she was relieved that someone had come.

She felt the pressure from her arms loosen. She heard the person who saved her from Tommy, saying "Go back there Trish, so you won't get hurt."

She would have recognized the voice anywhere. It was Jeff.

She couldn't have run out of the locker room if she had wanted to, because of the sight she was. Her mascara trailed down her face, her top half torn. Trish did the only thing she could, she went further into the locker room, where the shower stalls were. She sat at the edge of the room, trying an unsuccessful attempt to cover herself, as she rocked back and forth, her arms securely around herself.

Why did everything have to come to this?

When she had first come to the WWF, she had finally thought things were looking up. From her childhood to her teenage years, it had been like a living hell. Everyone told her tauntingly that she would never be a WWF superstar, not with her body, not with her looks. But she had proven everyone wrong, by succeeding, by making it, done what only a few others have managed to do.

The WWF, as it turned out, was like exchanging one living hell for another. At first everyone had treated her as she had wished to be treated, as if she were accepted. Then, when she had slept with two of the men on the roster, everything changed. She hadn't even cared for the two wrestlers, it was something that had happened. Now, they all turn away when they see her coming, as if she was a contagious disease that they might catch if they talked to her or even looked her way.

Slut. Bitch. Whore. Skank.

All those names had been used to describe her. Trish hadn't even realized that everyone had thought of her as that until one day when she had heard a new wrestler ask Terri who she was. Terri replied by saying "Oh that slut? She's Trish." She had run off in tears, the WWF were no better than everyone she had run into in life, maybe even worse if that was possible.

Trish heard the breaking of wood, she hoped, that it wasn't Jeff who had gotten hurt.

She felt a gentle hand on her arm, she looked up, relief washing over her when she realized it was Jeff.

Trish got up hugging him. Jeff returned her hug except more awkwardly, not looking at her but rather, at the ground.

"Something wrong?" Trish asked, tilting her head to look at Jeff.


Jeff glanced at her, then returned his gaze once again to the ground, blushing deeply. "Um…your shirt."

Trish glimpsed at her shirt, remembering that it was torn. She smiled, she had never met anyone like Jeff who saw her as a person, and didn't try to take advantage of her in her weakest times. "I'll get something else to put on."

Jeff turned to leave, but Trish grabbed his arm to stop him saying, "Jeff, please don't go. I don't really feel like being alone, I feel safe when you're with me."

Jeff looked at her helplessly as if asking her how she was going to put on her shirt if he was in the room.

"You can just look the other way, it's okay Jeff, I trust you."

Jeff nodded, covering his hands over his eyes, moving so that he was facing the wall rather than at Trish. "Tell me when you're done."

Trish changed her top quickly grabbing a shirt that she found in Lita's bag because she didn't keep any spare tops in her gym bag. She tapped on Jeff's shoulder once she had tied the top securely to her back.

"I really appreciate you helping me out of….the situation." Trish said.

"I was glad to help you out, I couldn't have my favorite girl in trouble now, can we?" Jeff joked.

Trish laughed cleaning the mascara from her eyes, hooking her arm with Jeff's. "That's truth if I've ever heard one."

As they walked down the hall, to Jeff's locker room, they bumped into Molly.

"Hey guys," Molly smiled brightly.

"Hi Molly," Trish smiled back, shooting a confused glance over to Jeff, who had his hands in his pocket and wasn't looking at Molly or Trish, but at the ground.

"Are you guys…going out?" Molly asked, gesturing to Trish and Jeff who held hands.

Trish was about to reply, to say that they were just good friends when Jeff quickly said "Yeah."

Trish looked at him in surprise, then glanced to Molly to see what her reaction was. Molly's eyes seemed to darken for a split-second, before they once again regained their light.

"That's nice, well, I'll see you later." Molly said cheerfully, and waved goodbye as she went her way.

"What was that all about?" Trish turned to Jeff.

"What do you say we get something to eat? Take out sound good?" Jeff avoided her question all together.

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