Nine Months, Thirteen Days And Eight Hours

Akasha was furious with the bleached blonde standing in the ring. She didn't want to know that the two had dated for starters, let alone want Jeff to make a choice between the two, "Need some persuading?" Trish asked, unbuttoning her jacket and showing off her small top and pants, "Puppies Tazz! Puppies!" King shouted excitedly. Jeff shook his head, "Look Trish. I'm real flattered that you like me and all." "Quit being modest Jeff! You know you want me!" Trish cut in. Akasha looked like she was about to burst out with an AK 47 and total Trish there on the spot but she stood fast with the most evil glare on her face, "This is ridiculous." Akasha grumbled, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. There was a short pause and Jeff turned to Akasha who was still staring evilly at Trish, "Akasha." He whispered harshly. Akasha's head glanced towards him but her eyes stayed focused on the half naked Trish. Jeff cupped her face with his hands and pulled her head to face him, "Listen to me. Do you really think I'd leave you for her?" He asked, the microphone was no where near him and therefore the only people who heard was Trish and the Security. Akasha glanced to Trish, then back to Jeff. "She's so much prettier than me." She mumbled, looking to the floor even though Jeff still held her face. Trish laughed, "Damn right I'm prettier!" She said, into the microphone. There were an equal amount of cheers to boos on the remark and everyone ignored them. He let go of her face and pulled the microphone back up, "You are not prettier then her Akasha." He waited for the cheers to die down before he continued, "I see more than that Akasha." He turned to face Trish with a smirk on his face, "One is the easiest woman I've ever met!" "Hey! What does he mean by that!?" King coughed out angrily, "And the other is someone who isn't shallow or a typical girl. Someone who has so much in common with me it's scary. Someone who can ride a motor bike, drive like a stunt man and beat the crap out of any woman or man without hesitation, leap off a fifteen foot cage with me and take any risk I would for a five second adrenaline rush. I see someone I care for, relate to and love."

"Right." Matt pretended to stop a stop watch, sitting in his locker room with Lita clinging to him with a mushy look in her eyes, "It only took him nine months, thirteen days and eight hours to confess." Lita slapped him on the arm before wrapping both hers around it and snuggling close to him, "He's so sweet." She said with a huge grin. Akasha's smiling face was all over the screen, then Trish's scowling face and then finally Jeff reaching down to kiss Akasha once again on national television, "Have we even seen them kiss off screen?" Matt asked, laughing. Lita slapped him again, "Shut up Matt!" She said, annoyed with his comments, "What? It's not like they can hear me, and besides we have a match next and Trish's never started." Matt grumbled. Jeff and Akasha walked up the ramp and left Trish to hear Molly's music come on and Molly Holly parade down the ring like nothing had happened. McMahon grabbed Akasha by the arm as soon as she was through the curtain and dragged her away from Jeff, "Hey!" Jeff shouted. McMahon stopped and poked his finger into Jeff's chest, "Don't even start Jeff. If ratings don't go up because of this whole shenanigan then you'll be lucky if you ever see Akasha again!" McMahon stormed off, dragging Akasha behind him towards the exit door near by. He shoved her out and slammed the door behind her. He turned back to Jeff, "Get ready! You have a match next."