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8.
Trish didn't have some unsuspecting man trailing along behind her. In fact, she was having second thoughts about the whole thing. She would have never given the idea a second thought if this had been anyone else, but she wasn't so sure about it anymore, and it had been her plan. She had seen Lita earlier lounging around with Rob, and she had seen Molly leave the arena with Raven. It would be really funny if they were putting her plan in effect without her. She knew that she could get any man she wanted, she just didn't want to. She was tired of it.
She was competing for the attention of a man. No, he wasn't a man, he was a boy playing a man's games. What did that make her? Lita was right, this was childish. The whole thing seemed very stupid at this point. How would she compete with Lita and Molly? The little seeds of doubt were starting to plant themselves firmly in her head. What if everyone was right, what if he didn't chose her because she was known as an easy lay? What if he told her, he'd much rather be with someone he could trust, someone who wasn't so promiscuous? Did he even respect her?
"Respect isn't given, it's earned."
Trish recalled Lita telling her that one time long ago when Trish had first came to the WWF. She had planned to get by on her looks alone, she didn't need to be as athletic as Lita. She had believed that for so long that she had forgotten that she did want respect. She was nothing more than a piece of meat to everyone around her. She knew it was her own fault for depending on her body alone to get her by in the WWF. She wanted all the fame and the glitz, but she didn't want it by hard work. She wanted the fast, easy way. So, she used what she had to get what she wanted, and she used who she wanted to get what she got.
How could he respect her, if no one else did? He knew about how she used men for her own good. She could count on her fingers and toes all the people she used, and it still wouldn't be enough. Did he respect her, or did he think she was another piece of ass? Was he with her because he heard crude stories about her in the locker room? He told her he loved her, but did he really? Or was he just telling her that so she would succumb to him? She didn't know, but she knew one thing , she was tired of being shrugged off as that whore.
She didn't know when she had started on the whole respect kick. She thought it had something to do with that conversation she had had with Christian, maybe it started before then. She just knew that she was growing restless with people thinking she was nothing more than a piece of eye candy. There were more stories floating around about her that she ever imagined. Everyone claimed to have had a piece of her. It had gotten to a point where she didn't even dispute the rumors about herself. No one would believe her anyway because no one took her seriously. She was starting to hate that.
She was just Trish Stratus, the blonde ditz. She didn't have feelings, she was empty on the inside. But she did have feelings, she deserve the same kind of respect the other women got. She didn't see men making crude comments to Jackie or Ivory, she didn't see Stacy getting her ass slapped. It was frustrating and infuriating all at the same time. Who did they think they were? Wasn't she a woman? No matter how tarnished her reputation was, didn't she deserve for people to treat her with at least a little dignity?
Maybe she needed to find herself. She needed to take some time out and learn to respect herself. She had to before anyone else could. She needed to learn about Trish Stratus and what she really wanted. She had become so use to life she lead that she didn't know what she really wanted at this point, she just knew what she envied. She envied women like Lita and Molly. Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like to be them, to not deal with the burden of being a proclaimed slut. Where did this leave him in all her plans?
He didn't really fit into her whole self-revolution. She wanted to be with him, his simple touch drove her wild, but she couldn't be with him. She didn't want to be just the other woman. How was she suppose to truly make him happy if she wasn't happy herself? She saw him leave out of Molly's room. He spotted her and took long strides towards her. So, he saw her as a last resort. Did Molly turn him away?
"Hey Trish, want to have some fun?" He breathed into her ear as he hugged her.
"Now is a bad time." Trish said simply, pulling away from him. She didn't say anything else as she walked away from him. She had to start thinking about herself. She already did, but she had to think about what was good for herself.
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author's notes: Sorry, this was so short. It was more of an epiphany for Trish than anything. The next chapter is the one you have all been waiting for. It's all typed out ready to be posted. Should I give it to you, or make you sweat? Hmmm? *evil grin*
