To Find Love Again

A Sean O'Haire fan fiction

Author Note:  I changed the rating, due to violence and some heavy swearing.  It will stay R from this chapter on.  Other then that I own nothing, and will own nothing.

Chapter Four

Two weeks have passed by and before she knew it, Trista and Sean were back on the road.  They actually had about two weeks off, so after spending the weekend together, the couple, Stacy, Leia, Mark, Shelly, Mercedes, and Glen all went on vacation to the Bahamas.

While the vacation was great in itself, Trista pretty much knew the spark between her and Sean was gone.  They would be with the group and act like their civilized selves.  Behind closed doors, they would end up in shouting matches and arguments each time.

She remembered the last fight clearly.  Sean was watching a baseball game late that night.  Trista lay up next to him, trying to snuggle and be close to him.  When he didn't return the affection, Trista had left him lying there and went to take a shower.  When she got done, all hell had broken loose.

"Why are you being so bitchy?" he asked.

"Gee, I thought you would have never asked," Trista replied sarcastically.

Sean got up from the bed and stood over her.  "Aren't you going to answer me?"

She snapped.  "I am upset because you act like I am not even here much.  Two years ago, you were affectionate and actually willing to make this work.  Now it is like you are not even my husband anymore!"

Trista was holding back the tears as Sean continued to look at her.  She could tell that he was getting angrier.  She decided to let it all go.

"You've changed Sean.  I have been paying attention to you for these past couple of months.  I can tell you have changed by the way you act.  The look in your eyes; the things you do.  I'm sick of these so called scenarios you put on.  Oh, I know what is going on Sean." Trista sneered.

"Then what the hell is going on Trista!" he bellowed.

"WHO IS SHE?"  She screamed.

He looked down upon her, lifting his chin up.  She knew that she struck a nerve.  For a moment, she was scared of what would happen.  Then she realized that there really was no turning back.

"I know that you have been sleeping around with someone.  And don't you say that I don't kn…!"

Her sentence was cut off by Sean smacking her hard, causing her to fall to the floor.  All Trista could do was stare upon him in shock.  Her cheek was stinging from his slap, with her tears cooling it off.  Trista slid back slowly until she was at the wall, too shocked to sob.

Whilst she did that, Sean got his luggage and left.  Left her on the floor, silently crying.  Finding the strength to get up, she crawled into the huge bed and cried her self to sleep.

Of course, she had lied to everyone, saying that Sean had to leave early because of the road plans.  She had spent the last two days of the vacation alone, and wondering what will happen next.  Her heart was breaking, and she had no one but herself to curse for it.  She knew something like this was coming.

Now that everyone was back on the road, Trista had decided to accompany Stacy during the trips and not go to the arena often.  Only when they had tapings would she go.  Lately, Stacy has been keeping her occupied in her love life, telling Trista all about Rob Van Dam.  She had a crush on him, and he was supposed to come to the Bahamas with the rest of the gang, but he had family plans that interfered, so he could not make it. 

A few hours before the show started, everyone was preparing for the taping sessions.  Stacy and Trista were talking about Rob once again.  Trista was sick of hearing about him, but she was being Stacy's friend and listening to what she had to say and offer any advice she could.  Then, she had the urge to go visit Sean for a few minutes to see what was going on. 

"Stacy, I need to go see my husband for a few minutes." Trista said, trying not to hurt her feelings.

"Well, okay.  I need to work on my promo for tonight."  I will be out in the ring if I am not in here.

"Gotcha!"  Trista went searching in the locker rooms to see if Sean was in there.  She had no such luck.

After searching the catering area and the promo area, Trista went to the ring area and looked to see if he was there.  He wasn't there either.  After greeting Spanky and Ultimo Dragon, she went backstage again to see if she could find him.  She had asked one of the wrestlers if he had seen Sean, and he had told Trista he was in the skybox area.  So Trista took a deep breath and went upstairs to find him.

She rushed up to the skyboxes, but before she reached the top of the floor, she heard Jackie in there, talking to someone.  Being as quiet as possible, Trista leaned up against the wall and listened in.

"Sean, why didn't you tell me that you are married?" 
"Was married."
"Whatever, you could have still told me."
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it matters!  It makes a difference!"
"You certainly didn't ask when I had you screaming my name out in pleasure now didn't you?"

Trista gasped.  The girl she liked the most out of the two suspected ones was the "it" girl.  She was the one.

"I can't believe you Sean!  You are such a jerk!  Your wife is a really nice woman, and I am..." Jackie was cut off by Sean.
"My wife means nothing to me anymore!" He shouted.
"Your wife is so nice and I feel guilty, so ashamed."

Trista had enough of the small talk.  She could not take it anymore.  Hurriedly, she rushed to the skybox room they were in, and stood there politely.  She glared at the both of them, point blank.

"Let me finish your sentence since my dog of a husband felt that he didn't have to hear it.  'Your wife is such a nice person, and I feel so ashamed, so guilty…that you are a whore!"  She slapped the taste out of Jackie's mouth.

Jackie stumbled back, holding her cheek.  "You don't understand Trista!"  She ignored the confession and locked a right hand right into Jackie's nose.  She then pushed her down, and started throwing punches into her.

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Stacy was now out in the ring, practicing her promo with Spanky.  While she was talking, she heard the ring workers and the production people making a commotion.  Stopping her speech, she looked to see what the commotion was all about.  She looked up where they were looking and saw Trista beating the tar out of Jackie Gayda.

Stacy took off running, telling the officials, that Trista was her company and she would stop this as soon as she got there.  While running upstairs, she met up with Mercedes and Leia, hoping they would get there before Trista really caused a commotion.

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"Trista!  I didn't know!  I swear it!"  Jackie pleaded while Trista was throwing furniture out of her way.  Sean looked on, smiling smugly as he watched the two women fight.

"Shut up!  I had enough of this!"  She went into the kitchen part of the box and found a sharp butcher knife.  Leia taught her well.   Sean's eyes widened as Trista walked smoothly and confident towards a battered Jackie.

"Trista please!  I beg of you!  I honestly didn't know!" Jackie sobbed.

"I said shut up!  Don't make me cut you!  I WILL CUT YOU!" Trista screamed uncontrollably.

"Trista goddamn it, calm down!" Sean said.

She turned around.  "YOU started this shit!  I will cut your ass too!" She said, swiping at him.

Stacy showed up with Leia and Mercedes at about the same time as she swiped at Sean.  They saw Jackie crying in the corner, holding her nose, and furniture that was thrown around everywhere.  They knew that this was Trista's doing.  Mercedes knew something brutal would happen if they did not stop her.

"TRISTA!  PUT THE BLADE DOWN!"  Mercedes screamed.

"Trista, what are you doing?" Stacy called after her.

Having enough, Mercedes went up to Trista and wrestled the blade out of her hand.  Screaming, Trista turned to hit Sean in the face and went back towards Jackie.  Her nose was still bleeding and Trista got some licks in before Leia and Mercedes pulled her off of Jackie.

"LET ME GO!" Trista screamed at her friends, trying to break loose.

While Mercedes restrained Trista, Stacy helped Jackie up and Leia grabbed some paper towels to help stop the bleeding for the moment.  Sean just stood there observing the commotion before him.  Before he got too comfortable however, Leia made him get out.

After Sean left, Mercedes and Trista went to another room down the hall so Trista could calm down.  While Trista was steaming, Mercedes made her a glass of iced water to hopefully cool her down and waited a few minutes before talking to her.  She knew in no time Mark would hear about this, so she might as well figure out what was going on.

"Trista, what happened in there?"

"It was her!  She slept with my husband!  She took all what I had right out from under me.  I worked so hard in the relationship to make it all possible and she took that away from me!"

"Trista…"

"I have nothing!  Everything was taken away from me!  I put my job on the line and he swore nothing was happening, and he lied about that too!"

Mercedes said nothing.  Trista was overreacting right now; it was best that she cool her temper for the time being and Mercedes can try to talk to her again.  Mercedes then exited the room and checked on how Jackie was doing and get any other word that was around. 

Torrie waited at the end of the hall for Sean.  She had told Jackie that the best thing to do was tell Sean herself.  She had gone to Torrie earlier, saying she felt guilty and that she should tell him too.  When they all met in the skybox, Torrie pretended she had to go to the bathroom.  It was coincidental that Trista made an appearance as well.  It worked out perfectly.

Smiling to herself, Torrie laughed evilly as Sean came walking towards her.  Exchanging a kiss, Torrie led him back to the locker room, where they had got their bags and headed back to the hotel the rest of the afternoon.

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Mark busted through the door of Stacy and Trista's suite, looking like a mad man.  All the girls gathered there to unwind and relieve stress by watching movies and some Jerry Springer.  Now that Mark was there, that all came to an end.

"Trista, what in the hell were you thinking?" Mark demanded, trying not to raise his voice.

"She stole my husband!"  Trista replied angrily.  "You think I was going to let her get away with it?"

Mark sighed.  "Well, you got Stacy suspended and I got chewed out by the officials." Mark replied back.

Trista kept her head held high.  'Everything happens for a reason,' she thought.  Stacy didn't care though, and had told Mark to tell those officials to shove it.  After Mark said a few mote things, he left with Leia.  Stacy called the airport, ordered some tickets for Trista, Mercedes, and herself.

"We can go home, and tomorrow we can move your stuff out of Sean's house and you can stay in the guesthouse until you get situated Trista." Stacy said.

"Thank you Stacy," Trista smiled at her gently.  The three of them got into a group hug.

"Good thing I brought my cell phone, I knew something like this was going to go down." Mercedes said, and went to call her mom.  "Mama has GOT to hear this one!"

Just then, Trista's cell phone rang, playing "Crazy in Love".  Seeing it was Shelly, she answered it.

"Hello?"

"What the hell is going on?"  Shelly demanded.

"I beat Jackie's ass."

"And you couldn't wait on me?"

"Well you could've stayed but NOOOO you wanted to go a fuck date with Glen." She replied, smiling.  Stacy and Mercedes laughed out loud.

Shelly stayed quiet for a moment before replying.  "So Jackie was the one?"

"Pretty much, she confronted Sean about the incidents."

The two girls talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.  Putting the phone away, Trista went to Sean's room to get the house key so she can get her stuff.  Not to her surprise, she walked in on Sean having wild sex with another woman.  Cursing, Sean stopped and put on a pair of jeans quickly to see what Trista wanted.  Trista got a quick glace of who it was; she had long blonde hair, tanned, and it was Torrie Wilson.

"What do you want?" He asked impatiently.

"I see that since I wasn't good enough for the mighty big strong O'Haire that you went and cheated on me with TWO women.  Tsk tsk tsk." Trista said smugly.  "Anyway, since you had enough of my shit, and my feelings are mutual, I'm getting the hell out.  Give me my house key and I will have my stuff out by morning."

Sean rumbled through his luggage and found the extra key.  While he did that, Torrie looked over at Trista looking very worried.  Trista eyed her down, and told her she had nothing to worry about.  Sean gave the key to Trista and was about to shut the door when Trista stopped him.

"Oh, Sean?"

"What now?" He asked.

"Before you finish fucking the hell out of her, I forgot something.  I think you might want this back."  Trista removed her rings and threw them at his face.  "You will be hearing from my lawyers on Monday."