Trish stumbled into the Plaza Mariotte, the Hotel she was staying in, drunk
from earlier that night. Her mascara was smudged from her crying. It ran
down her bottom eyelid. She looked like she had just been beaten to death
by someone, but she didn't care. Amy hurried in after Trish.
They walked to the front desk and Trish leaned on it in a flirting way. She smiled at the quite handsome young man behind the desk.
"Hey Sexy, want to come up to my room?" she said teasingly, stroking her finger along the side of his face. He looked surprised by Trish's actions.
Amy pulled her hand away from the man. "Excuse her, she's a bit drunk," she explained. The man just shrugged.
"Can I have the keys to room 178? We were supposed to come in earlier, but we didn't have time. The names are Amy Dumas and Trish Stratigus" Amy asked.
"Yeah, one second ma'am," replied the man. He turned the computer and started to type the names. After the computer was done searching, the man looked up.
"You're with the WWE aren't you? You're Lita and that's Trish, right?" he asked, excited. She nodded.
"Can I have your autograph? You are two of my favorite Diva's," he asked.
Trish looked at him, smiling again. "See, now there's someone who appreciates fine talent!" she said, shoving Amy with her elbow.
"Um, yeah, do you have a pen and paper?" Amy asked. The man grabbed a piece of paper from a Plaza Mariotte notebook and a Plaza Mariotte pen that were given away free to the customers.
Amy grabbed the paper and pen.
"And your name is?" she asked, pen on paper she looked up.
"Dante Carlos," he replied.
On the paper, Amy put Keep it Real Dante The Queen of Extreme, Lita then gave the paper and pen to Trish, who put 100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed, Trish Stratus. "Now can we have our keys?" Trish said angrily, now getting tired and cranky. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot about your keys," he said, turning away from them and going to a wall full of plastic card-keys. He searched through them and found room 178. There were two keys. He pulled them down and gave them to Amy.
The two females walked away, heading towards the elevator. When they reached the elevator they heard two familiar voices behind them. They turned around to see Nora and Chris. Chris had bandages on his head, jaw and nose. Trish and Amy ran to them.
Nora saw them coming and stopped, so did Chris. Chris just stared at Trish, heart broken from earlier.
"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Nora asked.
"We just got back from the bar. Are you alright Chris?" Amy replied. Chris just glared straight ahead.
"His nose and jaw are broken, but his jaw isn't broken enough to where he can't talk, he just doesn't want to," Nora explained to them.
Trish stared at him, laughing at him on the inside. She was pissed at him for being so immature earlier and she thought he deserved what he got.
"Well, it's late, are you staying here with Chris, Nora?" Trish asked, smirking.
"No, the doctor just told me to help him to his room and let him rest," she said.
"But she's going to stay with me anyway," Chris said, trying to make Trish jealous. He put his arm around her.
"But.." Nora started to object, but decided not to do this because she didn't want him to get angrier than he already was.
Trish shrugged. "Well, have fun you two," she muttered, then stumbled back to the elevator. Amy smirked, then followed her companion.
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There was a knock on the hotel room door. Trish turned over in her queen size bed and looked at the clock with a foggy vision. The clock read 11:20 a.m. She laid there for a few moments, forgetting the knock. More knocks came though. Heavier, louder knocks.
Trish slowly slumped out of bed and made herself walk to the door. She opened it about a foot and looked out to see Jeff and Shane. She winced at them.
"What do guys want? It's 11:20 in the morning, why are you asleep?" she muttered.
"Um, because it's 11:20 in the morning...." Jeff commented, smiling.
"Oh yeah," Trish muttered.
"Are you going to let us in or just make us stand here?" Shane asked her, crossing his arms over his chest.
She opened the door wider and stepped to the side, welcoming them in. After they entered the apartment, Trish realized that she was standing in her bra and a pair of Peanuts boxers. Her face turned red and she ran to her bags.
Jeff noticed this. "Don't worry, you look fine Trish," he said, winking at her. She glared playfully then put a Jeff Hardy Take It To The Extreme t- shirt. He smiled at her.
"Nice shirt, it looks good on you," he said. Shane grimaced at the flirting going on between them.
"Where's Amy at? Have you heard anything about Chris yet?" he asked, looking around.
"Um, yeah. I don't know where she is but I saw him last night coming in. He looked horrible. His jaw and nose are broken and he has two black eyes," Trish answered, recalling all she could from the night before.
"Oh, then I'll leave and go to find her," he said, walking out of the room. The two wrestlers looked at each other.
Trish sat on the bed, looking up at Jeff. "Thanks for sticking up for me last night," she muttered.
He sat next to her and put his arm around her. "I'm sorry I hit him. I just couldn't keep myself from doing it. Trish, you're a wonderful person and you don't deserve to be treated like that," he replied.
"Thanks again though. You didn't have to do what you did though. I could have handled it myself, but it was still nice of you," she insisted. She leaned her head on his chest and sighed.
"He did look horrible last night. Horrible but funny. I don't usually laugh at people who have been hurt badly or suffer, but something about him just made me laugh. I didn't laugh out loud at him, but inside, I was dying of laughter," she explained to Jeff.
He chuckled at her. He'd understood exactly what she was talking about. He too had done this many times. After a serious break up, if the person who had hurt him was hurt themselves, he would laugh. It was just some type of cruelty.
"So..." she mumbled, her eyes turning up to him. He looked back down at her.
"So what?" he asked. She just smiled more.
He couldn't take it any longer though. His lips moved to hers once again, like the night before, when their lips had gotten them into a big mess.
This kiss wasn't like the others that they had shared though. This one meant something. They weren't acting and they weren't drunk. This kiss made them both feel like they were just experiencing their first kiss.
Trish pulled away first, sort of out of breath, but mostly withdrawing because it didn't feel right. She thought she loved Jeff but for some reason, the kiss just didn't feel right.
Trish got up slowly and Jeff watched her, wondering what was wrong. Was it his breath? Did he smell bad? He thought of sniffing his armpits, but decided against this.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked. She leaned her head back and sighed.
"No, I just don't feel right. I just broke up with Chris and there's something wrong. I feel like a slut. I'm sorry Jeff," she explained.
"Oh, I understand," Jeff mumbled. Had he just been rejected? He'd never been rejected in his life by a female. Not even in his highschool.
"Maybe in a few weeks I'll get over this, but right now, even though I can't stand Chris, I feel like I'm still cheating on him. It's so confusing! Maybe...Maybe you should leave," she said.
"Yeah, you need some more rest," he muttered, getting up and walking to the door.
"If you need anything, you know where I am," he said before shutting the door behind him. Trish walked to the wall and leaned against it, tears starting to form in her eyes. She slid down the wall on her back, the tears now starting to slide down her face like rain drops.
"What are you thinking Trish? Jeff is a great guy! Don't screw it up again. You don't need to go through this again! He's the right man," she assured herself.
"It's so confusing! I just don't understand!" she yelled, the tears coming down faster and harder. She leaned her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
"Just calm down, it's OK," she comforted herself.
While she was crying and yelling at herself, she barely noticed the figure who had walked into her room. The unnoticed figure walked up to Trish and sat by her. Trish looked at Amy, who had just snuck in so quietly.
"D-Did you h-hear all that I-I said?" Trish asked in between sobs.
"Yeah, but it's alright. We all have our moments of anger. It's nothing unnatural," she reassured Trish.
"Thanks Amiez, you're the best friend a girl could ever have," she replied, laying her head on Amy's shoulder.
"I take that as a compliment, and just to receive another compliment from you, I'm going to help you with your problem. Jeff is a great guy, I would know, but you did just break up with Chris. Maybe you should take some time away from everything. Ask for a break from Vince. You deserve it, really you do," Amy told Trish.
"I do deserve a break! A long vacation! Yeah! That's what I need!" Trish exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face and getting up. She walked to her bag and dug through it.
After a few minutes of throwing clothes and other items, Trish found what she was looking for. Her Nokia Cell-Phone. She searched through the phone book on her phone till she found what she was looking for. Vince's number.
She clicked the pound key and put the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times, then finally someone answered.
"Hello?" said the voice. It was recognized by Trish as Linda McMahon.
"Linda?" Trish asked.
"Yes, this is Linda, who is this?" Linda asked.
"This is Trish. I was just wondering if Vince is there. I was going to request a vacation for myself this week. I've been working really hard lately and I've gone through a lot of stuff this week," she explained to Linda.
"Well, Hunny, you're going to have to talk to Vince about that. Here he is," she answered, then gave the phone to Vince.
"Who is it?" was heard in the background.
"It's Trish," said Linda.
"Hello? Trish? How are you? Are you getting enough room service? You did really great last night, but I was wondering about those kisses between you and Jeff. Those weren't in the script," Vince flooded Trish with questions and Trish could feel her face getting red. Gladly, Vince wasn't there to see it.
"I'm fine. The room service is fine. Thank you. And I don't know about the kisses, but I would like to request a vacation for myself, since I've worked really hard on everything, and I'm starting to create a new finisher," Trish explained.
"I don't know Trish. You and Jeff really need to do more stuff on screen. It's bringing in good money and the people really like you two together, so I don't know truthfully. I'll consider it, but there are no promises. About that new finisher though, what are you calling it?" he answered.
"It's called the Double Tornado Fire Bomb, but it's not for me, it's for Jeff or Lita, or another one of the high-flyers. What it is, they run from one side of the ring to the other, jump onto the top rope, flip backwards twice and land on their stomach on their opponent who is laying unconscious on the mat," she replied, delightfully. Amy listened to Trish's new idea with excitement. She loved Trish's moves. They were so interesting.
"Oh, what a great idea! I think just for you coming up with that, I'll give you a week off, but you have to work on it for me, OK?" Vince said.
"It's a deal," Trish answered, then hung up.
"Wow, this is going to be great! I'm going to need you and Jeff's help doing it though! This is a really difficult move to learn, and I've barely been able to do it myself," Trish told Amy.
"Sounds like fun! I can't wait to get started. I'll call Jeff and ask him about it. I bet he'd love to help you out with this!" Amy told Trish. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed Jeff's cell.
"Hello?" said Jeff on the other side of the phone.
"Hey Jeff! You and me are going to help Trish out on a new move. It's call the Double Tornado Fire Bomb. She thought of it herself, but she needs one of us to help her take it to the ring, since we're the high flyers in the business," Amy explained to her high-flying companion.
"I'd love to! We can start Wednesday, if that's alright!" Jeff replied.
"OK, talk to you later!" Amy said, then hung up.
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{Authors Note} Sorry it took me so long guys. I've been really busy lately. This chapter is shorter than my last, but longer that the one before. I'm sorry that it's shorter, but I just don't have that much time anymore. I wrote this in two nights so I don't know how bad it'll be. I hope you guys like it. I need to find someone to start proof reading it for me. Oh yeah, I broke my lap top, so that also makes it harder for me to type. It takes about 20 minutes just to turn the damn thing on. I hate it. I dropped it from my top bunk....lol. Sorry, OK! That's enough! Thanks again for all the reviews! If you can, get some others to read this. If I don't start getting more reviews, I'm going to hold the chapters even long!
{Disclaimer} Um...still don't own it! I even broke my laptop looking for files stating that I own WWE, but I can't find them ANYWHERE! OMGAWD!
-Hallie-
They walked to the front desk and Trish leaned on it in a flirting way. She smiled at the quite handsome young man behind the desk.
"Hey Sexy, want to come up to my room?" she said teasingly, stroking her finger along the side of his face. He looked surprised by Trish's actions.
Amy pulled her hand away from the man. "Excuse her, she's a bit drunk," she explained. The man just shrugged.
"Can I have the keys to room 178? We were supposed to come in earlier, but we didn't have time. The names are Amy Dumas and Trish Stratigus" Amy asked.
"Yeah, one second ma'am," replied the man. He turned the computer and started to type the names. After the computer was done searching, the man looked up.
"You're with the WWE aren't you? You're Lita and that's Trish, right?" he asked, excited. She nodded.
"Can I have your autograph? You are two of my favorite Diva's," he asked.
Trish looked at him, smiling again. "See, now there's someone who appreciates fine talent!" she said, shoving Amy with her elbow.
"Um, yeah, do you have a pen and paper?" Amy asked. The man grabbed a piece of paper from a Plaza Mariotte notebook and a Plaza Mariotte pen that were given away free to the customers.
Amy grabbed the paper and pen.
"And your name is?" she asked, pen on paper she looked up.
"Dante Carlos," he replied.
On the paper, Amy put Keep it Real Dante The Queen of Extreme, Lita then gave the paper and pen to Trish, who put 100% Stratusfaction Guaranteed, Trish Stratus. "Now can we have our keys?" Trish said angrily, now getting tired and cranky. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot about your keys," he said, turning away from them and going to a wall full of plastic card-keys. He searched through them and found room 178. There were two keys. He pulled them down and gave them to Amy.
The two females walked away, heading towards the elevator. When they reached the elevator they heard two familiar voices behind them. They turned around to see Nora and Chris. Chris had bandages on his head, jaw and nose. Trish and Amy ran to them.
Nora saw them coming and stopped, so did Chris. Chris just stared at Trish, heart broken from earlier.
"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Nora asked.
"We just got back from the bar. Are you alright Chris?" Amy replied. Chris just glared straight ahead.
"His nose and jaw are broken, but his jaw isn't broken enough to where he can't talk, he just doesn't want to," Nora explained to them.
Trish stared at him, laughing at him on the inside. She was pissed at him for being so immature earlier and she thought he deserved what he got.
"Well, it's late, are you staying here with Chris, Nora?" Trish asked, smirking.
"No, the doctor just told me to help him to his room and let him rest," she said.
"But she's going to stay with me anyway," Chris said, trying to make Trish jealous. He put his arm around her.
"But.." Nora started to object, but decided not to do this because she didn't want him to get angrier than he already was.
Trish shrugged. "Well, have fun you two," she muttered, then stumbled back to the elevator. Amy smirked, then followed her companion.
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There was a knock on the hotel room door. Trish turned over in her queen size bed and looked at the clock with a foggy vision. The clock read 11:20 a.m. She laid there for a few moments, forgetting the knock. More knocks came though. Heavier, louder knocks.
Trish slowly slumped out of bed and made herself walk to the door. She opened it about a foot and looked out to see Jeff and Shane. She winced at them.
"What do guys want? It's 11:20 in the morning, why are you asleep?" she muttered.
"Um, because it's 11:20 in the morning...." Jeff commented, smiling.
"Oh yeah," Trish muttered.
"Are you going to let us in or just make us stand here?" Shane asked her, crossing his arms over his chest.
She opened the door wider and stepped to the side, welcoming them in. After they entered the apartment, Trish realized that she was standing in her bra and a pair of Peanuts boxers. Her face turned red and she ran to her bags.
Jeff noticed this. "Don't worry, you look fine Trish," he said, winking at her. She glared playfully then put a Jeff Hardy Take It To The Extreme t- shirt. He smiled at her.
"Nice shirt, it looks good on you," he said. Shane grimaced at the flirting going on between them.
"Where's Amy at? Have you heard anything about Chris yet?" he asked, looking around.
"Um, yeah. I don't know where she is but I saw him last night coming in. He looked horrible. His jaw and nose are broken and he has two black eyes," Trish answered, recalling all she could from the night before.
"Oh, then I'll leave and go to find her," he said, walking out of the room. The two wrestlers looked at each other.
Trish sat on the bed, looking up at Jeff. "Thanks for sticking up for me last night," she muttered.
He sat next to her and put his arm around her. "I'm sorry I hit him. I just couldn't keep myself from doing it. Trish, you're a wonderful person and you don't deserve to be treated like that," he replied.
"Thanks again though. You didn't have to do what you did though. I could have handled it myself, but it was still nice of you," she insisted. She leaned her head on his chest and sighed.
"He did look horrible last night. Horrible but funny. I don't usually laugh at people who have been hurt badly or suffer, but something about him just made me laugh. I didn't laugh out loud at him, but inside, I was dying of laughter," she explained to Jeff.
He chuckled at her. He'd understood exactly what she was talking about. He too had done this many times. After a serious break up, if the person who had hurt him was hurt themselves, he would laugh. It was just some type of cruelty.
"So..." she mumbled, her eyes turning up to him. He looked back down at her.
"So what?" he asked. She just smiled more.
He couldn't take it any longer though. His lips moved to hers once again, like the night before, when their lips had gotten them into a big mess.
This kiss wasn't like the others that they had shared though. This one meant something. They weren't acting and they weren't drunk. This kiss made them both feel like they were just experiencing their first kiss.
Trish pulled away first, sort of out of breath, but mostly withdrawing because it didn't feel right. She thought she loved Jeff but for some reason, the kiss just didn't feel right.
Trish got up slowly and Jeff watched her, wondering what was wrong. Was it his breath? Did he smell bad? He thought of sniffing his armpits, but decided against this.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked. She leaned her head back and sighed.
"No, I just don't feel right. I just broke up with Chris and there's something wrong. I feel like a slut. I'm sorry Jeff," she explained.
"Oh, I understand," Jeff mumbled. Had he just been rejected? He'd never been rejected in his life by a female. Not even in his highschool.
"Maybe in a few weeks I'll get over this, but right now, even though I can't stand Chris, I feel like I'm still cheating on him. It's so confusing! Maybe...Maybe you should leave," she said.
"Yeah, you need some more rest," he muttered, getting up and walking to the door.
"If you need anything, you know where I am," he said before shutting the door behind him. Trish walked to the wall and leaned against it, tears starting to form in her eyes. She slid down the wall on her back, the tears now starting to slide down her face like rain drops.
"What are you thinking Trish? Jeff is a great guy! Don't screw it up again. You don't need to go through this again! He's the right man," she assured herself.
"It's so confusing! I just don't understand!" she yelled, the tears coming down faster and harder. She leaned her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
"Just calm down, it's OK," she comforted herself.
While she was crying and yelling at herself, she barely noticed the figure who had walked into her room. The unnoticed figure walked up to Trish and sat by her. Trish looked at Amy, who had just snuck in so quietly.
"D-Did you h-hear all that I-I said?" Trish asked in between sobs.
"Yeah, but it's alright. We all have our moments of anger. It's nothing unnatural," she reassured Trish.
"Thanks Amiez, you're the best friend a girl could ever have," she replied, laying her head on Amy's shoulder.
"I take that as a compliment, and just to receive another compliment from you, I'm going to help you with your problem. Jeff is a great guy, I would know, but you did just break up with Chris. Maybe you should take some time away from everything. Ask for a break from Vince. You deserve it, really you do," Amy told Trish.
"I do deserve a break! A long vacation! Yeah! That's what I need!" Trish exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face and getting up. She walked to her bag and dug through it.
After a few minutes of throwing clothes and other items, Trish found what she was looking for. Her Nokia Cell-Phone. She searched through the phone book on her phone till she found what she was looking for. Vince's number.
She clicked the pound key and put the phone up to her ear. It rang a few times, then finally someone answered.
"Hello?" said the voice. It was recognized by Trish as Linda McMahon.
"Linda?" Trish asked.
"Yes, this is Linda, who is this?" Linda asked.
"This is Trish. I was just wondering if Vince is there. I was going to request a vacation for myself this week. I've been working really hard lately and I've gone through a lot of stuff this week," she explained to Linda.
"Well, Hunny, you're going to have to talk to Vince about that. Here he is," she answered, then gave the phone to Vince.
"Who is it?" was heard in the background.
"It's Trish," said Linda.
"Hello? Trish? How are you? Are you getting enough room service? You did really great last night, but I was wondering about those kisses between you and Jeff. Those weren't in the script," Vince flooded Trish with questions and Trish could feel her face getting red. Gladly, Vince wasn't there to see it.
"I'm fine. The room service is fine. Thank you. And I don't know about the kisses, but I would like to request a vacation for myself, since I've worked really hard on everything, and I'm starting to create a new finisher," Trish explained.
"I don't know Trish. You and Jeff really need to do more stuff on screen. It's bringing in good money and the people really like you two together, so I don't know truthfully. I'll consider it, but there are no promises. About that new finisher though, what are you calling it?" he answered.
"It's called the Double Tornado Fire Bomb, but it's not for me, it's for Jeff or Lita, or another one of the high-flyers. What it is, they run from one side of the ring to the other, jump onto the top rope, flip backwards twice and land on their stomach on their opponent who is laying unconscious on the mat," she replied, delightfully. Amy listened to Trish's new idea with excitement. She loved Trish's moves. They were so interesting.
"Oh, what a great idea! I think just for you coming up with that, I'll give you a week off, but you have to work on it for me, OK?" Vince said.
"It's a deal," Trish answered, then hung up.
"Wow, this is going to be great! I'm going to need you and Jeff's help doing it though! This is a really difficult move to learn, and I've barely been able to do it myself," Trish told Amy.
"Sounds like fun! I can't wait to get started. I'll call Jeff and ask him about it. I bet he'd love to help you out with this!" Amy told Trish. She picked up the hotel phone and dialed Jeff's cell.
"Hello?" said Jeff on the other side of the phone.
"Hey Jeff! You and me are going to help Trish out on a new move. It's call the Double Tornado Fire Bomb. She thought of it herself, but she needs one of us to help her take it to the ring, since we're the high flyers in the business," Amy explained to her high-flying companion.
"I'd love to! We can start Wednesday, if that's alright!" Jeff replied.
"OK, talk to you later!" Amy said, then hung up.
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{Authors Note} Sorry it took me so long guys. I've been really busy lately. This chapter is shorter than my last, but longer that the one before. I'm sorry that it's shorter, but I just don't have that much time anymore. I wrote this in two nights so I don't know how bad it'll be. I hope you guys like it. I need to find someone to start proof reading it for me. Oh yeah, I broke my lap top, so that also makes it harder for me to type. It takes about 20 minutes just to turn the damn thing on. I hate it. I dropped it from my top bunk....lol. Sorry, OK! That's enough! Thanks again for all the reviews! If you can, get some others to read this. If I don't start getting more reviews, I'm going to hold the chapters even long!
{Disclaimer} Um...still don't own it! I even broke my laptop looking for files stating that I own WWE, but I can't find them ANYWHERE! OMGAWD!
-Hallie-