Author's Note: I just wanna say that I've never gotten that many reviews on a single chapter. You people are my gods and I worship you wholly! I hope this chapter doesn't ruin your expectations.
Chapter 2~~
"Listen assclown, I'm Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed Champion of the World, the King of bling bling, the sexiest beast alive! I don't deserve to be treated like some kind of rookie peon around here!"
The assistant remained silent, hoping not to rouse any anger in the Canadian superstar.
"Chris?" Trish said uneasily, not sure to make of Chris' sour mood.
"Wha--Hey!" Jericho said, his anger seeming to disappear out of nowhere.
"Hey yourself."
Their conversation seemed to die from there. What she had just walked in on was not what she was expecting.
"Sorry you had to see that," he quickly amended. "It's just, it's been a stressful day, and I'm just feeling a little frustrated, but uh, so, you ready?"
Trish suddenly had second thoughts floating to the forefront of her mind. Perhaps Lita was right. Jericho had definitely shown to the world how sleazy he could be. That was certainly not in question. The man she just saw speaking to the assistant was not the sweet Jericho she'd grown accustomed to over the past couple of weeks. How was she to know that he wasn't playing with her right now?
Jericho noted her silence, "I know what you're thinking Trish."
"Maybe this isn't such a good id--" Trish began to speak, but he cut her off.
"No, no, listen, I know, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm gonna use you." At these words Trish peered at him curiously. These were her thoughts exactly. "But the fact of the matter is, I, well, I, I respect you Trish, and well, I think you're really pretty." He said, the last part of his sentence, muttered shyly.
Chris held his arm out to Trish, a cute, sheepish grin upon his face.
"You're such a dork," Trish said as she shook her head. Chris certainly had the kind of charm that would make you forget things rather easily. Yet she promised herself she would be wary of his 'sincerity'. But for now, what was wrong with a little indulgence?
"I know, so whaddya say?"
Trish's only reply was to loop her arm through his, and together, they left the arena, off on their first date.
*
Meanwhile, in the shadows, a hulking figure watched and waited as the two blonde Canadians made their exit, all the while, smirking to himself.
Faze one was officially in progress.
Now, it was only a matter of time.
*
"Not Trish."
The leader of Evolution plastered a trademark lopsided grin onto his face, he had definitely caught Lita completely unawares. He loved doing that--catching people off guard, it was an advantage he always took when the opportunity presented itself.
"Hunter," Lita said, stumbling momentarily at his unexpected appearance, but quickly regaining her wits. There was just something about that smirk on his face that made her forget about his arrogance. Her fear left her, and now she was annoyed with him. "What the hell do you want?" She questioned him in a probably far too daring voice.
Triple H simply grinned darkly at her tone before removing his leather blazer, sitting on the couch and making himself perfectly at home.
Lita's hazel eyes narrowed at his actions 'What an asshole!' her mind screamed as her body nearly shook with rage.
"First things first," he said as he patted the space on the leather couch next to him, intoning that she sit next to him.
She'd rather swallow a fistful of hornets.
Hunter shrugged his broad shoulders, having no patience for the redhead, and instead stood.
"Fine, then I'll come to you," he said as he closed the space between them in a few easy strides.
Lita knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to intimidate her. She knew his style. She knew of his schemes and tactics. She wouldn't let him break her. Not in her lifetime.
Chapter 2~~
"Listen assclown, I'm Chris Jericho, the first ever Undisputed Champion of the World, the King of bling bling, the sexiest beast alive! I don't deserve to be treated like some kind of rookie peon around here!"
The assistant remained silent, hoping not to rouse any anger in the Canadian superstar.
"Chris?" Trish said uneasily, not sure to make of Chris' sour mood.
"Wha--Hey!" Jericho said, his anger seeming to disappear out of nowhere.
"Hey yourself."
Their conversation seemed to die from there. What she had just walked in on was not what she was expecting.
"Sorry you had to see that," he quickly amended. "It's just, it's been a stressful day, and I'm just feeling a little frustrated, but uh, so, you ready?"
Trish suddenly had second thoughts floating to the forefront of her mind. Perhaps Lita was right. Jericho had definitely shown to the world how sleazy he could be. That was certainly not in question. The man she just saw speaking to the assistant was not the sweet Jericho she'd grown accustomed to over the past couple of weeks. How was she to know that he wasn't playing with her right now?
Jericho noted her silence, "I know what you're thinking Trish."
"Maybe this isn't such a good id--" Trish began to speak, but he cut her off.
"No, no, listen, I know, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm gonna use you." At these words Trish peered at him curiously. These were her thoughts exactly. "But the fact of the matter is, I, well, I, I respect you Trish, and well, I think you're really pretty." He said, the last part of his sentence, muttered shyly.
Chris held his arm out to Trish, a cute, sheepish grin upon his face.
"You're such a dork," Trish said as she shook her head. Chris certainly had the kind of charm that would make you forget things rather easily. Yet she promised herself she would be wary of his 'sincerity'. But for now, what was wrong with a little indulgence?
"I know, so whaddya say?"
Trish's only reply was to loop her arm through his, and together, they left the arena, off on their first date.
*
Meanwhile, in the shadows, a hulking figure watched and waited as the two blonde Canadians made their exit, all the while, smirking to himself.
Faze one was officially in progress.
Now, it was only a matter of time.
*
"Not Trish."
The leader of Evolution plastered a trademark lopsided grin onto his face, he had definitely caught Lita completely unawares. He loved doing that--catching people off guard, it was an advantage he always took when the opportunity presented itself.
"Hunter," Lita said, stumbling momentarily at his unexpected appearance, but quickly regaining her wits. There was just something about that smirk on his face that made her forget about his arrogance. Her fear left her, and now she was annoyed with him. "What the hell do you want?" She questioned him in a probably far too daring voice.
Triple H simply grinned darkly at her tone before removing his leather blazer, sitting on the couch and making himself perfectly at home.
Lita's hazel eyes narrowed at his actions 'What an asshole!' her mind screamed as her body nearly shook with rage.
"First things first," he said as he patted the space on the leather couch next to him, intoning that she sit next to him.
She'd rather swallow a fistful of hornets.
Hunter shrugged his broad shoulders, having no patience for the redhead, and instead stood.
"Fine, then I'll come to you," he said as he closed the space between them in a few easy strides.
Lita knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to intimidate her. She knew his style. She knew of his schemes and tactics. She wouldn't let him break her. Not in her lifetime.