Title: Girl of Your Dreams

Author: Me (The Angel)

Rating: R

Warnings: Violence, language, (and I mean LANGUAGE…the kind that makes South Park seem like Barney).

Disclaimer: Okay, HHH, Trish, and Benoit fans…I will accept the flames…But give me a chance. I need to write a really angsty fic, so here it is, okay? Shut your mouth and read. Vince McMahon, my God, owns everything.

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01.

"Did you see the match?"

"Some of it. Not all."

"Oh. What did you see?"

"I saw you get your ass kicked around the ring and back."

"So you didn't see me pull the crossface?"

"When did you do that?"

"Never mind."

Benoit sighed and stared at the lovely Trish Stratus. He wanted to pull this match off, to impress her, to show that he really was worthy…And she did see the match. Only the part he didn't want her to see.

"Hey," She said when she noticed his discomfort; "it's okay. Really." She grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I enjoyed the match. It's not every day you see The Crippler get his ass whooped."

"Are you mocking me?" He asked her. She chuckled delicately. "Now why would I do a thing like that?" He sighed. "It is okay, isn't it?" He asked worriedly. "I mean, everyone has an off day, right?"

"Everyone has an off day." She confirmed. She then noticed that he was bleeding. "Chris, you're bleeding." She said, concerned. She leaned in to take a closer look. Chris's head snapped to his chest, where he was, indeed, bleeding freely.

He shrugged. "I got that earlier in the match. Jericho ripped the ladder into my chest." She frowned. She sucked at her teeth for a minute. "You need medical attention. That can grow into a nasty infection."

"Relax, Trish. I am okay." He shrugged her off. "Besides, this has to be the least of my worries right now."

"What's the most?" Trish asked, genuinely interested.

"Getting the title back. Since, you know, it's rightfully mine." Benoit hissed.

"Relax. You can always win the title back. Right now, you need to get stitched up." Trish grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She handed him a tissue. "Use this to wipe the blood."

Benoit raised his eyebrow, but took the tissue. "Kleenex?" He asked.

"Puffs."

"I should have known."

Trish shrugged. "You don't really seem like the 'tissue man' to tell you the truth."

He frowned. "I am not?"

She rolled her eyes. "No. You're a hopeless cause." She grinned. "Come on, you're going to the EMT." Benoit normally would not listen to a woman. He would have slammed her to the ground and put the crossface on her.

"What's the EMT going—"

"TRISH!" Benoit's sentence was cut off by a snarling voice. Benoit looked up from Trish to see the very face he didn't want to see. "Hello, Hunter."

"Benoit." Hunter hissed. He looked at Trish. "Do you know I have been looking all over you? Vince was going to have a heart attack." He grabbed her wrist. Trish looked at Benoit, and then Hunter again.

"Sorry," She mumbled, "I wanted to take Benoit to the EMT. He has a really nasty cut."

Hunter's eyes flickered. "Benoit can take himself to the EMT." His grip tightened. Trish cried out in pain. "Can't he?"

"Yes," Trish gulped, "he can."

Benoit stood there, watching the two. "Let her go, Man." He said. He stepped in the space that separated Trish and Hunter. Hunter glared at Benoit. "What did you say to me?"

"I said, let her go." Benoit repeated himself, firmly and louder than before. Trish looked on in horror.

"Why don't you mind your own business, you sorry motherfucker?" Hunter pushed Benoit into a wall. "And stay out of our little discussion. If you want to live, you will." Hunter spat. He walked away with Trish.

Benoit didn't know what he was about to get himself into.

*

Tears stung in Trish's eyes. Her wrist was killing her. Hunter had put on a very strong grip. "Bet you little Billion Dollar Princess would press charges against you," She murmured very softly as Hunter scolded her.

"What? Speak up, you bitch." Hunter said. He didn't know why he did this to Trish. He was married to Stephanie. But that was only because he was forced to. He really did like Trish, and he'd make sure that she'd like him.

"I didn't say anything," Trish's voice broke. She knew that if he kept on with the verbal abuse, she'd start crying. And she'd never cry in front of Hunter.

"Don't talk unless I tell you that you can talk. Got it?" Hunter said, pressing his big face into hers. She turned away and closed her eyes. "Yes," She whispered.

Hunter smirked at her. "What? I didn't hear you."

"YES!" She screamed.

He then pushed her against the bedpost. "I didn't tell you, you could talk." He laughed sadistically. Trish rubbed the bump that she got from the bedpost.

Hunter threw on his jacket. "Where are you going?" Trish asked. Stephanie was out with Vince, and Trish didn't want to stay in the room by herself. "Out. Maybe get a beer or two. You stay here."

"I don't want to be alone."

"Tough shit." Hunter grabbed his wallet and his keys. "Don't sneaking out on me, slut. No going to Benoit's room or Jeff's room. Got it?" Before she could answer, he was out the door.

She heard his footsteps by the elevator. When she was sure he was gone, she quietly walked towards the door and tried to open it. He had locked her in. "Son of a bitch." She muttered.

It was no use. She'd have to stay. She heard the nearby noises of other hotel rooms. She heard Matt and Lita arguing, she heard Spike shaving. A slight knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

"W-Who is it?"

"It's Benoit. Open the door."

"I can't."

"Is Hunter with you?"

"No, but he locked me in."

"That bastard."

They whispered their conversation through the hotel door. Even though Trish wanted to be out there, hearing his voice and knowing that he was on the other side made her feel a bit more secure.

"Do you know when he will be back?" Benoit asked.

"I don't know. He went out for a few beers. He probably won't be back until late. Stephanie should be here soon, though."

"Shit."

"You better go. Stephanie will tell Hunter you were here, and then…Well, I don't want to think about what Hunter would do if he finds out."

"Why is Hunter so protective of you? Isn't he married?"

"He is, but he doesn't love Stephanie. And she doesn't love him either. They married for the sake of the company. Hunter claims he loves me."

"If he loved you he wouldn't have bruised your wrists so badly in the hall."

"Exactly."

They stayed silent for a few minutes. They could hear the crickets start to chirp outside.

"You better go," Trish whispered again.

"All right. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Positive," Trish lied.