To Find Love Again
A Sean O'Haire/Rock fan fic.
Author note: I don't own anything.
Author note 2: Thanks to those who reviewed. I'm gonna try to finish up this story, so just bear with me. Also, sorry for the lame song/line/match at the end lol. It was just something I made up at the last minute.
Chapter Eight
Torrie had just got out of the office of Stephanie McMahon. She could not believe this. First, Jackie comes in and attacks her for no apparent reason. Then Sean gets threatened by someone Torrie does not even WANT to cross in the hallway, and then Dwayne had to piss Sean off. Sean was angry and now everything Torrie had planned for the evening was ruined. She had no idea if it was Trista's doing; she hasn't even seen her. And Stephanie placed a match between Rock and Sean, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Before heading back to her room, Torrie grabbed an ice pack to soothe her bruising face. "That damn Jackie Gayda is gonna get it!' She thought. What else was going to happen tonight? Torrie didn't even want to know. After wishing Sean some good luck behind the curtain, she reached the dressing room she and Sean had accompanied for the night.
When she came in, her room was in shambles, much worse then when she and Jackie had their encounter. The mirror was now busted, there were things everywhere. Torrie didn't know where to start, it was such a mess. She started screaming, and soon there were cameras.
"Oh my God, what the hell happened in here!!!??" She went to her vanity table. "My makeup! It's destroyed, ruined!"
She then saw her clothes in a bundle, and saw what happened there.
"*gasp* AHHHHHHHHHH! My clothes, they are all ruined!!" She held up some of her dark outfits, to reveal some foundation blotches, and bleach stains all on the outfits. She then held up her pink dress to see that there was also foundation and bleach, but also red wine upon it. She noticed Sean's clothes were ruined as well.
"WHO IN THE HELL DID THIS? MY THINGS! THEY ARE ALL RUINED!"
She then heard light giggling coming out of the showers. Trista emerged, still laughing. It all made sense now. Torrie realized that she was set up majorly. Now she was furious.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GONE!" Torrie screamed.
Trista stopped laughing, and took the compact she had, and busted it against the wall, landing in the trash can.
"Don't throw that away! That was about $80 for the compact alone!"
"Mary Kay is better honey," Trista said, plopping onto the vanity table, waiting on Torrie to scream some more.
"I don't believe this. It was you! You did all of this, the attacks, the embarrassment, the CARNAGE! YOU DID THIS!"
Trista stretched lightly. "Well it goes like this. You see, I had found out that my husband was cheating on me with someone who doesn't even come close to me as far as class is concerned. Feeling angry, I went out with some friends, had a couple drinks, and you know when someone like me drinks, they get angry and furious. I had this pent up aggression and since you are the dirty lowdown dog who caused so much emotional pain for me, I just figured that I give you a taste of your own medicine." She then smiled at Torrie.
"I didn't do too bad considering it was maybe about two drinks," she started laughing again.
Torrie stood there, saying nothing. She didn't even try to escape, as Mark was there by the door waiting for her to run. Her eyes searched around, hoping for an escape, but no such luck.
Trista got up and walked towards her. "Have nothing to say huh? Oh, but you sure did have a lot to say when you took my husband for your own pleasure. When you manipulated Jackie a couple weeks ago during the skybox incident. Do you remember that?" Trista inflicted her tone upon Torrie as she walked closer.
"If you remember, you are looking straight at me, Trista O'Haire. The chick at the lunch a few weeks back? Yea, I'm his wife, in case you forgot."
Torrie's eyes grew bigger. "Yea, you are also quiet because you don't have O'Haire to help you out, isn't it? Well tough luck because he is having a match in just a few moments with someone else. Someone who is what Sean isn't." Trista leaned in. "A real man."
Torrie backed away just enough to scream once more at Trista. "Look, I don't know what you want. But Sean is my man now and there is nothing you can do about it! So leave me alone, and go back to where you belong!"
Trista came towards her again, this time pinning her against the wall. "Don't worry darling, although Sean and I are still legally married, I don't need him. Besides, he was rather lacking at home because while he was on the road, not only was he tired from wrestling, but he was too exhausted because of trying to make your loose ass even have one orgasm!"
"YOU BITCH!" Torrie screamed, trying to get out from her grip.
"Well ain't this a bitch," Trista stood up. "When our divorce is final, he will not only lose me for good Torrie Wilson," She held the letters up. "It looks like he will be losing plenty of money too. See you at ringside sweetheart!" Trista walked out casually.
She made it back to the designated locker room, relieved she got in Torrie's face. It actually made her feel good. She knew she could intimidate her on her own, and not the fact she had a bunch of friends to back her up. Torrie might have stolen her husband, but Trista was going to make sure she got the last laugh.
Dwayne got ready for the match, and insisted Trista stay in the back. Though people think it's a new storyline, she shouldn't bring all this mess into it further. Trista tried to argue, but Dwayne wouldn't have it. Pouting, she left the room, looking for her girlfriends. She happened to find Leia, who was sitting in Mark's lap playing kissy-face.
"AHEM" she interrupted.
"What is it
girl?" Leia jumped off Mark's lap and
walked to her. "You look mad."
"Dwayne won't let me go out with him." She pouted some more. "He said we didn't need to take this mess
further into the storyline."
"I agree with him," Mark jumped in. "I mean Trista, I know you want your revenge and all, but don't you think this is too much?"
"NO!" She protested. "I want to embarrass her; I want her to feel MY pain!" Frustrated, she left the room and headed for Torrie's. There were some crew members in there cleaning up. Torrie wasn't in there, but Trista spotted the vase of roses and went to take them. She was gonna get Torrie whether everyone liked it or not.
She made her way back to Dwayne's room, closing the door behind her. She sat the flowers down while she removed her boots. The match was just starting up, before that they went to commercial break. She looked at Sean with fury. Everyone was oblivious to the actual events behind this. Everything they said was true to the fact. She looked at the unsure ness of Sean's face. He wasn't sure if everything was real or not.
Massaging her feet, Trista watched Torrie talk to him; sure that she was telling him that Trista had spoken to her. Watching them made her more furious she was before. Dwayne had finally come out to a huge ovation, making her smile a little bit. Dwayne didn't know she was gonna get Torrie. Right now she just didn't care anymore. The fact that she could get away with it was more tempting and satisfying.
Trista watched on as the match began, with some technical moves, and then paced up as they began with the power moves and psychology. Torrie was good for now; she wasn't trying anything. Though she yearned to get out there, she stayed calm and thought up a good plan right quick. She wanted Torrie to feel her pain; she was going to do it tonight.
Tired of waiting for the match to end, Trista was going to end the match herself. Getting up, she grabbed the vase and made her way to the entrance bare foot. As soon as she comes out, all eyes were upon her except the two wrestlers and Torrie herself.
Trista made her way to the ring, setting the vase down next to the steel steps. First she went to grab a steel chair, and went up on the apron to get Sean's attention. Once she did that, Dwayne looked outraged as Trista continued talking shit and trying to get Sean to hit her.
Seeing this, Torrie went and pulled her off the apron. Trista put her arm in front of her, thanking Sean for teaching her the simplicity of avoiding injury and taking some bumps in and out of the ring. The chair landed beside the two girls as they started to argue and exchange slaps. The referee broke them up, and Torrie ended up going to the other side of the ring. During all of this, Sean managed to hit the Widow Maker on Dwayne, but due to the girls, he couldn't get the three count.
Sean was furious now; he started yelling at Trista for causing so much trouble. Smirking, she went ahead and yelled right back, thus giving Dwayne the advantage and giving Sean the Rock Bottom. Now Torrie got up on the apron, trying to distract him. Giving her the finger, he went to give him the People's Elbow. Now that Torrie was pissed off and distracted, Trista grabbed the chair and got behind Torrie. Once she got down, Trista swung and hit Torrie with full force.
She was knocked out cold. Trista threw the chair down and went back to her side. She grabbed the vase, and took one rose out, and this time, she went into the ring. Sean then had gotten up but was still groggy. He saw Trista and had gotten the chair she had just used. He walked towards her, threatening to hit her, but thanks to Dwayne, she moved out of the way in time, and he took the blow instead. Sean threw the chair down, and Trista hit him with the vase full of roses, causing the vase to break and water/roses went everywhere.
The ref saw this and called it a double DQ, just as Steph wanted it. Both men were out in the ring, Torrie was knocked out, and Trista was the only one left standing. Taking a deep breath, she checked to make sure Dwayne was okay before making her final impression. She took that one rose, and stood over Torrie, who was coming to. One by one, Trista picked off a petal and sang a song to her.
"Roses are red, violets are blue, It's too sweet, to take down a slut like you."
With that, Trista threw down the rose on her and helped Dwayne to the back.