Title: Transcending
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Trish walked easily down the hall at the arena. Smackdown already and she was worried. Nothing happened on RAW. It seemed almost as if that Heyman and his followers all retreated a moment to lick his wounds. And today it was only Christian, Hurricane and herself at this taping. The others were either nursing their wounds or laying low. After all, too many people could make this thing dangerous. As she walked past the diva's locker room, two voice rang out. She paused to listen.
"Can you believe about Stephanie?"
"I know, she just ran off after that night and hasn't come back. Do you think she will?"
"Doubt it." This voice most defiantly Torrie Wilson. "That girl only has guts when she can hide behind someone to use it. She won't be here unless she can get a battalion together for her protection. She's afraid of all of us."
"I don't know about that. She stood up to her father and Hunter. She does have guts."
Torrie snickered. "I'll believe that when I see it. She has no talent and is only here cuz it's her father's business. There's nothing else that I would consider worthy qualities."
Trish scowled as she continued on her way. How dare they speak about Stephanie like that? Anyone with two shreds of intelligence could tell that the girl had business smarts of her own, and was a delightful person. She and Steph had been close for so long. Even during the angle where Trish was supposedly sleeping with Vince. Trish never wanted to do it, and Stephanie knew that. But as Steph said, 'It's a different world for female wrestlers.' Trish smiled thinking how Stephanie had told her not to worry, that soon, the woman's division would take off. And women like her, Lita, Ivory, and now Molly and Victoria would be plowing the way.
Her mind made up, she hid behind the curtain at the ramp, waiting as Torrie and Dawn Marie walked towards her and stood. Their match was on next. And Trish was going to make a lasting impression.
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Christian bowed his head into his hands "I don't know what to do, Shane."
Hurricane walked over to his friend, sitting next to him on the bench. "What are you talking about?"
Christian sighed. "It's Trish. She hasn't been herself lately. Distant but still herself. Something's wrong and she hasn't been the same since that doctor's appointment she had two weeks ago. She never told me anything about it though."
Hurricane nodded. "I know. You probably have nothing to be worried about. Trish can take care of herself."
"I know. It's just what if something's wrong? I mean why doesn't she feel she can talk to me?"
"Well then, why don't you confront her? Ask her what's wrong. Let her know you care." Hurricane stood then, walking to the screen to watch the match. Torrie vs Dawn Marie. Oh isn't that entertaining. His eyes widened. "JAY! Quick."
Christian's head shot up and his stomach churned. "That son of a BITCH!" And he shot out of chair, charging out of the locker room and down the hall.
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Trish heard the scream of the fans as she raced down the ramp and slid into the ring. Her eyes locked on the shocked eyes of Torrie and Dawn Marie, and the RAW Diva simply smiled once before spearing Torrie to the ground. Wisely, Dawn Marie slid out of the ring, not wanting to be another target to Trish's wrath.
Trish wrapped her fingers in Torrie's hair as she pounded the blonde's head into the mat. Trish stood, looking down at Torrie and shouting curses at her. Then she turned and her eyes widened.
Edge
Trish raised her hands submissively as the other Canadian leered at her. Then with a bright smile, Edge charged, his shoulder plowing into the petite blonde as he brought her down with a spear. The blonde man stood, looking down at his conquest with a grin on his face. "That's what you get for attacking one of our divas, whore."
Then Edge's head hit the mat, Christian bulldogging him from behind. Hurricane followed close behind and began kicking Edge while Christian ran to Trish's side, throwing himself to his knees. "Trish. Trish, baby, can you hear me? Are you ok?"
Trish's eyes slowly opened. "Mmmmmm, Jay?"
Christian breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, baby." When she reached out to him, he helped her to her feet, the two now looking to the ramp to see Edge sputtering curses at the three who stood in the ring.
Trish wrapped an arm around her waist, doubling over a moment. Christian reached down, swinging her up into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Jay, it hurts." She mumbled.
Christian ground his teeth. He knew how much a spear could hurt when Edge would hold back on it. But he plowed head long right into the much smaller woman. Oh yeah. He's definitely going to pay for this. "It's ok, babe. Don't worry." And Trish curled into Christian's arms.
*** I know it's been a long time, but I've been finishing a lot of stories up and now this one is ready for the comeback. Read and Review, cuz now the chappies will be coming full force. - C.C.***
Author: Crimson Coin. Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 ... maybe 15
Summery: Can multiple couples transcend boundaries to find love.
TimeLine: End of 2002
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, the English language, Spain, or anything else used to write this story. It is entirely fictional.
Archiving: only ask me so I can visit it and keep track of them
Trish walked easily down the hall at the arena. Smackdown already and she was worried. Nothing happened on RAW. It seemed almost as if that Heyman and his followers all retreated a moment to lick his wounds. And today it was only Christian, Hurricane and herself at this taping. The others were either nursing their wounds or laying low. After all, too many people could make this thing dangerous. As she walked past the diva's locker room, two voice rang out. She paused to listen.
"Can you believe about Stephanie?"
"I know, she just ran off after that night and hasn't come back. Do you think she will?"
"Doubt it." This voice most defiantly Torrie Wilson. "That girl only has guts when she can hide behind someone to use it. She won't be here unless she can get a battalion together for her protection. She's afraid of all of us."
"I don't know about that. She stood up to her father and Hunter. She does have guts."
Torrie snickered. "I'll believe that when I see it. She has no talent and is only here cuz it's her father's business. There's nothing else that I would consider worthy qualities."
Trish scowled as she continued on her way. How dare they speak about Stephanie like that? Anyone with two shreds of intelligence could tell that the girl had business smarts of her own, and was a delightful person. She and Steph had been close for so long. Even during the angle where Trish was supposedly sleeping with Vince. Trish never wanted to do it, and Stephanie knew that. But as Steph said, 'It's a different world for female wrestlers.' Trish smiled thinking how Stephanie had told her not to worry, that soon, the woman's division would take off. And women like her, Lita, Ivory, and now Molly and Victoria would be plowing the way.
Her mind made up, she hid behind the curtain at the ramp, waiting as Torrie and Dawn Marie walked towards her and stood. Their match was on next. And Trish was going to make a lasting impression.
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Christian bowed his head into his hands "I don't know what to do, Shane."
Hurricane walked over to his friend, sitting next to him on the bench. "What are you talking about?"
Christian sighed. "It's Trish. She hasn't been herself lately. Distant but still herself. Something's wrong and she hasn't been the same since that doctor's appointment she had two weeks ago. She never told me anything about it though."
Hurricane nodded. "I know. You probably have nothing to be worried about. Trish can take care of herself."
"I know. It's just what if something's wrong? I mean why doesn't she feel she can talk to me?"
"Well then, why don't you confront her? Ask her what's wrong. Let her know you care." Hurricane stood then, walking to the screen to watch the match. Torrie vs Dawn Marie. Oh isn't that entertaining. His eyes widened. "JAY! Quick."
Christian's head shot up and his stomach churned. "That son of a BITCH!" And he shot out of chair, charging out of the locker room and down the hall.
+++
Trish heard the scream of the fans as she raced down the ramp and slid into the ring. Her eyes locked on the shocked eyes of Torrie and Dawn Marie, and the RAW Diva simply smiled once before spearing Torrie to the ground. Wisely, Dawn Marie slid out of the ring, not wanting to be another target to Trish's wrath.
Trish wrapped her fingers in Torrie's hair as she pounded the blonde's head into the mat. Trish stood, looking down at Torrie and shouting curses at her. Then she turned and her eyes widened.
Edge
Trish raised her hands submissively as the other Canadian leered at her. Then with a bright smile, Edge charged, his shoulder plowing into the petite blonde as he brought her down with a spear. The blonde man stood, looking down at his conquest with a grin on his face. "That's what you get for attacking one of our divas, whore."
Then Edge's head hit the mat, Christian bulldogging him from behind. Hurricane followed close behind and began kicking Edge while Christian ran to Trish's side, throwing himself to his knees. "Trish. Trish, baby, can you hear me? Are you ok?"
Trish's eyes slowly opened. "Mmmmmm, Jay?"
Christian breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah, baby." When she reached out to him, he helped her to her feet, the two now looking to the ramp to see Edge sputtering curses at the three who stood in the ring.
Trish wrapped an arm around her waist, doubling over a moment. Christian reached down, swinging her up into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Jay, it hurts." She mumbled.
Christian ground his teeth. He knew how much a spear could hurt when Edge would hold back on it. But he plowed head long right into the much smaller woman. Oh yeah. He's definitely going to pay for this. "It's ok, babe. Don't worry." And Trish curled into Christian's arms.
*** I know it's been a long time, but I've been finishing a lot of stories up and now this one is ready for the comeback. Read and Review, cuz now the chappies will be coming full force. - C.C.***