Title: Taste of Tears
Copyright: "Perfect" is property of Simple Plan
Chapter: One - Trish Stratus
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*
Hey dad, look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
*
Trish sat in the middle of the ring with a perplexed look on her face. Her eyes were trained to the couple celebrating the victory up the ramp; and then more importantly to the belt-her belt-being held high over Victoria's head while her psycho boyfriend paraded behind her in his stupid hot pink shorts and even stupider hot pink hat. "What happened?" She asked the referee who had knelt beside her to see if she was alright.
"Victoria won the Woman's Championship back from you." He clarified, holding out his hand.
Trish took his hand and pulled herself up and leaned against the top ropes, trying to remember what exactly did just happen. I was doing good, Victoria got groggy after a few elbow punches and a high kick but she didn't go down so I swung my arm around her neck and jumped against the ropes, executing a pretty decent Stratusfaction. I did one pose for the crowd and turned around to find I was getting hit by my very own belt. I saw a flash of hot pink slide out of the ring and I felt her grab the back of my pants and rolled me up for a quick three count.
"They cheated!" She said indignantly, ignoring the cameras which had been turned off during the commercials. "That bastard hit me with the belt!"
"Nothing we can do, I didn't see it happen." The referee replied back.
Pouting her lips, Trish stepped carefully out of the ring and smiled a little bit for the crowd, even though they'd been the ones responsible.
*
And do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
*
She tossed her jacket casually over one shoulder and pushed past the heavy, black velvet curtains separating the audience from everything else that went on backstage. "Great match Vic!" She called out half-heartedly.
"Thanks, you too Trish!" The raven-haired diva answered back with a big grin, slinging her now most prized possession over her shoulder.
Trish grabbed a bottle of water off of a passing cart and pressed it against her forehead, trying to cool down a little bit.
"Ever think of getting into the acting business Trish? I have some connections you can use"
She looked over in the general direction of the voice and raced over when she saw who it was, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Wow, I should be gone more often huh?" The Rock said with a smile as she pulled back away from him.
"I didn't think you were supposed to be back for a few more weeks!" She exclaimed, pushing some blonde hair back from her face as she looked up at him happily.
He laughed and shrugged dismissively. "So filming wrapped up a little bit early and I thought I'd take a trip out here to see what y'all were up to. By the way, I loved that little pouty face ya did out there."
"Oh that one was especially for you." She teased as they began walking down the hallway. She stopped at the girl's locker room and gave him an expectant look.
"What? I'm in Hollywood now! There ain't anything in there I haven't seen."
"You're too much." She said, shaking her head. She pushed by him into the room and shut it firmly behind her.
*
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
Can't pretend that I'm all right
And you can't change me
*
"Trish, somebody was trying to get a hold of you but we didn't know if you wanted us to answer it or not." Lita said to her as soon as the blonde stepped into the room. "Was that Dwayne?"
Trish nodded absent-mindedly as she searched for the phone inside of her bag. "Yeah, he's back a little bit early; wanted to see what we were all up to." She found the phone and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the number on the caller ID.
"Something wrong?" Lita asked.
"I don't think so. It's just my mom." She replied, punching in the familiar number. She paused and then grinned when she heard her mother's voice on the other end. "Hey Mom, what's up?"
"Trish I, I need you to get over here as soon as you can." She managed out, trying not to start sobbing.
"Why, what's wrong?" Trish asked in a panicked voice. Lita heard her friend and her eyes got wide as she sat down next to her, resting one hand on her shoulder.
She sniffed. "Your father's had a stroke; he's not doing so well right now."
As soon as her mom said that Trish bit her lip to keep the tears from coming. Her hand was shaking as she told her mom she'd be there as soon as possible and as soon as she hung up, Trish Stratus, one of the most dominant females in the WWE, burst into tears and didn't stop crying until Lita had driven them about half way there. By then the noises had died down to a quiet sniffle.
Lita looked worried. "Trish, don't worry. I'm sure he's going to be fine and out of there in no time." Trish didn't respond and Lita sighed as she pulled into one of the parking spaces. She gently pulled her distraught friend from the car and winced as Trish put her hand in a death grip.
The two girls entered into the front lobby and were immediately met by Trish's older brother Jacob.
Trish detached herself from Lita and now threw her arms around her brother's neck instead. He started rubbing her back softly. "He's going to be fine Sis. He doctor said he's alert and oriented and I'm sure you can go see him now. I think Aunt Lynn is up there now."
"Trish, I'm going to get going. You'll be fine now." Lita said to her friend quietly. She gave her a reassuring hug and disappeared out the front doors.
Jacob took Trish's hand and led her over to the elevator, pressing his thumb against the up button. "He really is doing well. It seemed like he was back to his old self when I was up there a little while ago." He commented as they stepped on.
There was silence as they rode the elevator up and they stepped out as soon as the doors slid open.
"It's this way." Jacob directed, pointing towards the last room on the left. "I'm going to go see how Mom's holding up but come get me if you need me."
Trish smiled bravely and walked towards the room. It wasn't until she reached the door did she realize she was holding in her breath and exhaled slowly. She reached over and knocked on the door.
"It's open!"
"Daddy it's me." She said quietly, stepping into the room timidly. She saw him set the newspaper he was reading down and slipped his glasses down until they were resting on the bridge of his nose.
He studied her for what seemed like a good ten minutes and then looked back up at her face. "What are you doing here?"
"I gotta call from Mom and she said you had a stroke." Trish replied, her voice shaking.
He narrowed his eyes in a way that would have made Vince McMahon himself proud. "I thought I told you last July that I never wanted to see you again. Why are you here?"
*
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
*
Although it had been the answer Trish was expecting and waiting for, it still felt like someone shot a cannonball at her stomach. "I'm here because I'm your daughter." She whispered, her lower lip quivering.
"As soon as you entered that company and felt it fitting to parade yourself around like a slut with those men, I had no daughter." He said evenly and with no remorse.
"But Da-"
"Get out of my room." He cut in sharply. "And I never want to see you again unless you come to the realization that what you're doing is immoral and degrading and get a nice respectable job like your brother."
Trish picked up her purse and fled out of the room, running until she got to a wall which she slid down and wrapped her arms around her legs, burying her face in her knees as the tears poured from her eyes.
She felt a hand underneath her chin and raised her eyes to see her mother kneeling in front of her, ready with tissues in hand. "He's still not over it?" She asked.
Trish shook her head and a fresh new batch of tears erupted. Her mom wrapped her arms around her shoulders and began lightly rubbing her hair. "Shh, Trish Sweetie you will be fine. You're going to bounce back from this and be ten times the person you are now."
"I, I never meant to disappoint him." She hiccupped. "I just wanted to make him proud."
"He is proud of you Trish." Her mom insisted and she laughed bitterly. "I'm serious. I believe that deep down your father is immensely proud of you and he just has a weird way of showing it."
"And I'm never going to be good enough for him." Trish pressed on. "Because no matter what I do, I can never compare to Jacob the businessman. He's so proud of him and I disappoint him." She whispered. "I've always just wanted him to be proud of me, and now he's vowing that he has no daughter. Mommy what happened? What did I do wrong?"
Trish's mom's heart broke in two at the sight of her only daughter's pain, her heart crushed and tears dripping down her cheeks. She pulled Trish closer to her and wrapped her arms around protectively. "I don't know Sweetie. But I promise I will always be there for you."
*
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
*
*~*~*~*~*
Up Next: Chapter 2 - John Cena, due by the end of the week.
Shameless Plea: I really hope you guys enjoy this story and please read and review! There's going to be a total of three different wrestlers covered in this story, Trish Stratus, John Cena, and finally Jackie Gayda. Keep a look out for the rest coming soon!
Copyright: "Perfect" is property of Simple Plan
Chapter: One - Trish Stratus
*~*~*~*~*
*
Hey dad, look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
*
Trish sat in the middle of the ring with a perplexed look on her face. Her eyes were trained to the couple celebrating the victory up the ramp; and then more importantly to the belt-her belt-being held high over Victoria's head while her psycho boyfriend paraded behind her in his stupid hot pink shorts and even stupider hot pink hat. "What happened?" She asked the referee who had knelt beside her to see if she was alright.
"Victoria won the Woman's Championship back from you." He clarified, holding out his hand.
Trish took his hand and pulled herself up and leaned against the top ropes, trying to remember what exactly did just happen. I was doing good, Victoria got groggy after a few elbow punches and a high kick but she didn't go down so I swung my arm around her neck and jumped against the ropes, executing a pretty decent Stratusfaction. I did one pose for the crowd and turned around to find I was getting hit by my very own belt. I saw a flash of hot pink slide out of the ring and I felt her grab the back of my pants and rolled me up for a quick three count.
"They cheated!" She said indignantly, ignoring the cameras which had been turned off during the commercials. "That bastard hit me with the belt!"
"Nothing we can do, I didn't see it happen." The referee replied back.
Pouting her lips, Trish stepped carefully out of the ring and smiled a little bit for the crowd, even though they'd been the ones responsible.
*
And do you think I'm wasting my time
Doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
*
She tossed her jacket casually over one shoulder and pushed past the heavy, black velvet curtains separating the audience from everything else that went on backstage. "Great match Vic!" She called out half-heartedly.
"Thanks, you too Trish!" The raven-haired diva answered back with a big grin, slinging her now most prized possession over her shoulder.
Trish grabbed a bottle of water off of a passing cart and pressed it against her forehead, trying to cool down a little bit.
"Ever think of getting into the acting business Trish? I have some connections you can use"
She looked over in the general direction of the voice and raced over when she saw who it was, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Wow, I should be gone more often huh?" The Rock said with a smile as she pulled back away from him.
"I didn't think you were supposed to be back for a few more weeks!" She exclaimed, pushing some blonde hair back from her face as she looked up at him happily.
He laughed and shrugged dismissively. "So filming wrapped up a little bit early and I thought I'd take a trip out here to see what y'all were up to. By the way, I loved that little pouty face ya did out there."
"Oh that one was especially for you." She teased as they began walking down the hallway. She stopped at the girl's locker room and gave him an expectant look.
"What? I'm in Hollywood now! There ain't anything in there I haven't seen."
"You're too much." She said, shaking her head. She pushed by him into the room and shut it firmly behind her.
*
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
Can't pretend that I'm all right
And you can't change me
*
"Trish, somebody was trying to get a hold of you but we didn't know if you wanted us to answer it or not." Lita said to her as soon as the blonde stepped into the room. "Was that Dwayne?"
Trish nodded absent-mindedly as she searched for the phone inside of her bag. "Yeah, he's back a little bit early; wanted to see what we were all up to." She found the phone and furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the number on the caller ID.
"Something wrong?" Lita asked.
"I don't think so. It's just my mom." She replied, punching in the familiar number. She paused and then grinned when she heard her mother's voice on the other end. "Hey Mom, what's up?"
"Trish I, I need you to get over here as soon as you can." She managed out, trying not to start sobbing.
"Why, what's wrong?" Trish asked in a panicked voice. Lita heard her friend and her eyes got wide as she sat down next to her, resting one hand on her shoulder.
She sniffed. "Your father's had a stroke; he's not doing so well right now."
As soon as her mom said that Trish bit her lip to keep the tears from coming. Her hand was shaking as she told her mom she'd be there as soon as possible and as soon as she hung up, Trish Stratus, one of the most dominant females in the WWE, burst into tears and didn't stop crying until Lita had driven them about half way there. By then the noises had died down to a quiet sniffle.
Lita looked worried. "Trish, don't worry. I'm sure he's going to be fine and out of there in no time." Trish didn't respond and Lita sighed as she pulled into one of the parking spaces. She gently pulled her distraught friend from the car and winced as Trish put her hand in a death grip.
The two girls entered into the front lobby and were immediately met by Trish's older brother Jacob.
Trish detached herself from Lita and now threw her arms around her brother's neck instead. He started rubbing her back softly. "He's going to be fine Sis. He doctor said he's alert and oriented and I'm sure you can go see him now. I think Aunt Lynn is up there now."
"Trish, I'm going to get going. You'll be fine now." Lita said to her friend quietly. She gave her a reassuring hug and disappeared out the front doors.
Jacob took Trish's hand and led her over to the elevator, pressing his thumb against the up button. "He really is doing well. It seemed like he was back to his old self when I was up there a little while ago." He commented as they stepped on.
There was silence as they rode the elevator up and they stepped out as soon as the doors slid open.
"It's this way." Jacob directed, pointing towards the last room on the left. "I'm going to go see how Mom's holding up but come get me if you need me."
Trish smiled bravely and walked towards the room. It wasn't until she reached the door did she realize she was holding in her breath and exhaled slowly. She reached over and knocked on the door.
"It's open!"
"Daddy it's me." She said quietly, stepping into the room timidly. She saw him set the newspaper he was reading down and slipped his glasses down until they were resting on the bridge of his nose.
He studied her for what seemed like a good ten minutes and then looked back up at her face. "What are you doing here?"
"I gotta call from Mom and she said you had a stroke." Trish replied, her voice shaking.
He narrowed his eyes in a way that would have made Vince McMahon himself proud. "I thought I told you last July that I never wanted to see you again. Why are you here?"
*
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
*
Although it had been the answer Trish was expecting and waiting for, it still felt like someone shot a cannonball at her stomach. "I'm here because I'm your daughter." She whispered, her lower lip quivering.
"As soon as you entered that company and felt it fitting to parade yourself around like a slut with those men, I had no daughter." He said evenly and with no remorse.
"But Da-"
"Get out of my room." He cut in sharply. "And I never want to see you again unless you come to the realization that what you're doing is immoral and degrading and get a nice respectable job like your brother."
Trish picked up her purse and fled out of the room, running until she got to a wall which she slid down and wrapped her arms around her legs, burying her face in her knees as the tears poured from her eyes.
She felt a hand underneath her chin and raised her eyes to see her mother kneeling in front of her, ready with tissues in hand. "He's still not over it?" She asked.
Trish shook her head and a fresh new batch of tears erupted. Her mom wrapped her arms around her shoulders and began lightly rubbing her hair. "Shh, Trish Sweetie you will be fine. You're going to bounce back from this and be ten times the person you are now."
"I, I never meant to disappoint him." She hiccupped. "I just wanted to make him proud."
"He is proud of you Trish." Her mom insisted and she laughed bitterly. "I'm serious. I believe that deep down your father is immensely proud of you and he just has a weird way of showing it."
"And I'm never going to be good enough for him." Trish pressed on. "Because no matter what I do, I can never compare to Jacob the businessman. He's so proud of him and I disappoint him." She whispered. "I've always just wanted him to be proud of me, and now he's vowing that he has no daughter. Mommy what happened? What did I do wrong?"
Trish's mom's heart broke in two at the sight of her only daughter's pain, her heart crushed and tears dripping down her cheeks. She pulled Trish closer to her and wrapped her arms around protectively. "I don't know Sweetie. But I promise I will always be there for you."
*
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect
*
*~*~*~*~*
Up Next: Chapter 2 - John Cena, due by the end of the week.
Shameless Plea: I really hope you guys enjoy this story and please read and review! There's going to be a total of three different wrestlers covered in this story, Trish Stratus, John Cena, and finally Jackie Gayda. Keep a look out for the rest coming soon!
