Title: Everything I Do
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R.........it'll depend on my mood during the writing, although definitely R later. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity.........you get the picture.
TimeLine: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded.........on with the story.
Trish dragged her feet down the hall to her hotel room. It took a while, but the doctor's convinced her to go home and get some rest. Well, the hotel was as close to home as she was going to get. She slipped her key into the door.
"Oh, God.I'm sorry Trish."
Trish was pulled from her thoughts as another blonde diva ran into her. "Torrie." Trish called, reaching out a hand and grabbing the other woman's arm. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
Torrie stopped and exhaled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just." And she pressed her lips together as she turned to look at Trish.
"Oh, Torrie," Trish said. "Look, why don't you come in here with me? Tell me what's on your mind."
Trish opened the door and led the other blonde in, Torrie immediately sitting in a chair at the far corner. When she closed the door, Trish turned speaking again. "Although I probably know what it is. Its Chris isn't it? You're worried about Chris."
A confused look crossed Torrie's face. "Well, yeah but it's not only Chris. I'm worried sick about them all. I mean, this all just happened so fast. When Chris left that night to go to Lita's room, I never expected it to be the last time I might see him." Torrie paused, looking at her hands, not noticing the darkened glance that set into Trish's features. "And the last thing I expected was for them to get Lita too. We had everything planned so carefully and she was just ripped away. I just can't believe that we might never see them." Torrie looked up, meeting Trish's eyes. "I'm just so mad!"
"I know exactly how you feel." Trish said, sitting down on the bed. "I'm so upset about Matt. One moment we were sleeping and the next moment hell just broke loose. And now he's lying in a hospital and near death. And I can't help thinking that if Lita had just gotten her act together and finished things when she should have."
Torrie's jaw dropped at Trish's remarks.but the other diva continued anyway. "I know that if it wasn't for her, Matt, Jeff, and Chris would still be here. I mean, what is the big deal about her anyway. The guys just dropping everything and running to her aid. And now because she couldn't handle her own problems, I might lose Matt. You might lose Jericho. And that love sick Jeff might die himself. It's all her fault that little."
"How dare you?" Torrie interrupted, shooting up from her seat. "How dare you blame Lita for this.for everything?"
The shocked look on Trish's face was replaced by one of anger, as she stood to face the other woman. "Because it is her. And don't tell me that you don't blame her in the least. You say you love Chris and now he was ripped from you all because of that redhead."
"I do love Chris." Torrie shot back. "More then you could ever know. But I don't blame Lita. It's not her fault. How could you? You're supposed to be her friend. How can you possibly think that way?"
"Because it's true." Trish answered, angrily. "Matt's in the hospital because of her. Jeff's being tortured and you're in near tears for Chris."
"It's not because of her." Torrie spat. "And for your information, I was not in tears over Chris. I was in tears over Lita."
"You.Lita?"
"Yes. Lita." Torrie said. "I'm scared to death for Chris but I was crying for Lita."
"Well it should be Chris you're crying over not the bitch that got them into all this." Trish shot back, the anger immediately returning.
Torrie's eyes fired. "Bitch? You're calling her the bitch. She did nothing wrong. Nothing. I know Matt and I know Chris. If it were you in her place, Matt would have done the same thing that Jeff did. He'd have gone for you.and however much I hate to admit it now, Chris would be in same place either way. And knowing Jeff.he'd be the one in that hospital bed because he'd have taken a bullet for you. Jay, Sparks." her eyes reddened. "They'd all do anything for any one of us. And Lita would never.never say the things you just did." The blonde sniffed. "She'd never act the way you are.the way I did. She'd never." Torrie blinked, trying to hold back the tears.
Trish opened her mouth to respond.
"It's not Lita who's the bitch." Torrie continued; her voice now frenzied. "It's you and me." Torrie pressed her hand against her eyes as she finally let go and cried.
And Torrie pushed past Trish and out the door.
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Trish watched as Torrie stormed out of the room, and she couldn't help but jump when it slammed shut behind the other diva. A bitch? Torrie just called her a bitch. Trish clenched her teeth and shot off the bed walking towards the bed stand.
How dare she? Who does Torrie think she is rising to all mighty pedestal? Doesn't she understand its all Lita. Trish grabbed the portable alarm clock and threw it across the room. As it shattered a mirror, Trish slumped to the ground, her head in her hands.
What was she thinking? Torrie was right. It's not Lita's fault. They were all a family. Matt, Jeff, Chris, Lita.the group was one big family, everyone looking out for the other. They'd all have jumped at the chance to help anyone.
Trish tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying. And while she was so busy being selfish Jeff, Chris.they were in serious trouble. They could be dead. For all she knew, they could be dead. And Matt lying in a hospital. God, Matt. What would he think of her if he knew? Lita was a sister to him. He only did what he did out of a siblings love to another.
And Lita. She had a loyal friend in the redhead. And how does she repay that friendship, that loyalty.
Trish curled her knees into her chest, no longer able to stop the tears.
**** Here's a little snippet I like to call "Continuing the story". So let me know what you think.. REVIEW. I LOVE REVIEWS.?***
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Note: Humour me. The draft ended with a different one then exists in this story. And certain people are not injured, out of commission, or anything else one wants to call it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely Nothing. The WWE got them.
Spoilers: Unknown as of yet. But if you don't watch wrestling, you probably won't be reading this. So it doesn't really matter.
Summery: I'm really bad at these so let's just say there are wrestlers and outstanding situations that usually have them getting screwed. (Definition of screwed is also still pending.)
Rating: I have no clue. PG13 to R.........it'll depend on my mood during the writing, although definitely R later. But should not be read by children, furry animals, The Jedi Council, or the Elderly, as it may invoke a heart attack; loss of the Force, Schwartz, hair, sanity.........you get the picture.
TimeLine: It's specific, now. March 2003
Distribution: If ya want it, just ask.
Pointless rambling concluded.........on with the story.
Trish dragged her feet down the hall to her hotel room. It took a while, but the doctor's convinced her to go home and get some rest. Well, the hotel was as close to home as she was going to get. She slipped her key into the door.
"Oh, God.I'm sorry Trish."
Trish was pulled from her thoughts as another blonde diva ran into her. "Torrie." Trish called, reaching out a hand and grabbing the other woman's arm. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
Torrie stopped and exhaled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just." And she pressed her lips together as she turned to look at Trish.
"Oh, Torrie," Trish said. "Look, why don't you come in here with me? Tell me what's on your mind."
Trish opened the door and led the other blonde in, Torrie immediately sitting in a chair at the far corner. When she closed the door, Trish turned speaking again. "Although I probably know what it is. Its Chris isn't it? You're worried about Chris."
A confused look crossed Torrie's face. "Well, yeah but it's not only Chris. I'm worried sick about them all. I mean, this all just happened so fast. When Chris left that night to go to Lita's room, I never expected it to be the last time I might see him." Torrie paused, looking at her hands, not noticing the darkened glance that set into Trish's features. "And the last thing I expected was for them to get Lita too. We had everything planned so carefully and she was just ripped away. I just can't believe that we might never see them." Torrie looked up, meeting Trish's eyes. "I'm just so mad!"
"I know exactly how you feel." Trish said, sitting down on the bed. "I'm so upset about Matt. One moment we were sleeping and the next moment hell just broke loose. And now he's lying in a hospital and near death. And I can't help thinking that if Lita had just gotten her act together and finished things when she should have."
Torrie's jaw dropped at Trish's remarks.but the other diva continued anyway. "I know that if it wasn't for her, Matt, Jeff, and Chris would still be here. I mean, what is the big deal about her anyway. The guys just dropping everything and running to her aid. And now because she couldn't handle her own problems, I might lose Matt. You might lose Jericho. And that love sick Jeff might die himself. It's all her fault that little."
"How dare you?" Torrie interrupted, shooting up from her seat. "How dare you blame Lita for this.for everything?"
The shocked look on Trish's face was replaced by one of anger, as she stood to face the other woman. "Because it is her. And don't tell me that you don't blame her in the least. You say you love Chris and now he was ripped from you all because of that redhead."
"I do love Chris." Torrie shot back. "More then you could ever know. But I don't blame Lita. It's not her fault. How could you? You're supposed to be her friend. How can you possibly think that way?"
"Because it's true." Trish answered, angrily. "Matt's in the hospital because of her. Jeff's being tortured and you're in near tears for Chris."
"It's not because of her." Torrie spat. "And for your information, I was not in tears over Chris. I was in tears over Lita."
"You.Lita?"
"Yes. Lita." Torrie said. "I'm scared to death for Chris but I was crying for Lita."
"Well it should be Chris you're crying over not the bitch that got them into all this." Trish shot back, the anger immediately returning.
Torrie's eyes fired. "Bitch? You're calling her the bitch. She did nothing wrong. Nothing. I know Matt and I know Chris. If it were you in her place, Matt would have done the same thing that Jeff did. He'd have gone for you.and however much I hate to admit it now, Chris would be in same place either way. And knowing Jeff.he'd be the one in that hospital bed because he'd have taken a bullet for you. Jay, Sparks." her eyes reddened. "They'd all do anything for any one of us. And Lita would never.never say the things you just did." The blonde sniffed. "She'd never act the way you are.the way I did. She'd never." Torrie blinked, trying to hold back the tears.
Trish opened her mouth to respond.
"It's not Lita who's the bitch." Torrie continued; her voice now frenzied. "It's you and me." Torrie pressed her hand against her eyes as she finally let go and cried.
And Torrie pushed past Trish and out the door.
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Trish watched as Torrie stormed out of the room, and she couldn't help but jump when it slammed shut behind the other diva. A bitch? Torrie just called her a bitch. Trish clenched her teeth and shot off the bed walking towards the bed stand.
How dare she? Who does Torrie think she is rising to all mighty pedestal? Doesn't she understand its all Lita. Trish grabbed the portable alarm clock and threw it across the room. As it shattered a mirror, Trish slumped to the ground, her head in her hands.
What was she thinking? Torrie was right. It's not Lita's fault. They were all a family. Matt, Jeff, Chris, Lita.the group was one big family, everyone looking out for the other. They'd all have jumped at the chance to help anyone.
Trish tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying. And while she was so busy being selfish Jeff, Chris.they were in serious trouble. They could be dead. For all she knew, they could be dead. And Matt lying in a hospital. God, Matt. What would he think of her if he knew? Lita was a sister to him. He only did what he did out of a siblings love to another.
And Lita. She had a loyal friend in the redhead. And how does she repay that friendship, that loyalty.
Trish curled her knees into her chest, no longer able to stop the tears.
**** Here's a little snippet I like to call "Continuing the story". So let me know what you think.. REVIEW. I LOVE REVIEWS.?***
