I have a question for everyone...anyone else not able to look at their newest
reviews? Says I have 2 but then I go to check and says there's none. Big
thanx to u guys w/ the reviews even tho I can't see them lol. U guys know
the deal, I don't own'em *blah* anywayz....on w/ the story!
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His Angel/Her Devil
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CHAPTER 3
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LATER THAT NIGHT
"Oh my gawd Trish you're wonderful!"
Trish giggles at Dvon Dudley as she massages his shoulders.
"I'm not kidding! You're an absolute angel!"
Bubba Ray Dudley laughs as he rolls his now not stiff shoulders, since he just got a massage from her.
"I'd say more along the lines of a goddess."
"Aw, Bubba! You made her blush!"
Trish laughs then sticks her tongue out at Spike Dudley.
"Just for that you don't get a massage!"
"No!!! I'm sorry Trish I didn't mean it!"
"Nope."
She finishes Dvon and turns to Spike with hands on hips. Dvon shakes his head.
"Trish, you're brutal!"
Trish laughs then points to Spike and then to the now empty chair. He scrambles to it then smiles up at her with both dimples showing. She just rolls her eyes then starts massaging his shoulders. Bubba looks up at her.
"I thought you were supposed to have gone up against Victoria."
"Me too, but I got Molly."
"Why not Victoria? I thought you two were feuding or whatever."
"No one can find her. No one's seen her since last week. What's funny is one of the crew said her stuff was still in the locker room when everyone had left the arena."
"Damn...maybe the loony bin caught up with her and locked her up?"
She rolls her eyes and continues with Spike. After she finishes with him she flops down on a bench beside Bubba and sighs deeply. He puts an arm around her shoulders.
"Still aggravated at Bishoff?"
"Yes! I can't believe he's making me take a week off cause he thinks I'm stressed or whatever!"
"Well, you did say you were hearing things and kept thinking someone was following you. Trish, you've been bustin your ass and have barely stopped to eat or even sleep. Just go home and rest."
"How else would you explain the sunglasses on the steering wheel? Those were men's sunglasses and they weren't there when I first got out of the car. Speaking of home, I gotta get outta here. My flight's in an hour and I have to finish getting my stuff together. I'll see you guys when I get back."
She goes out the door and down the hall. She gets halfway to her car when Chris Jericho walks up to her.
"Hey, Trish! I've been hearing things that you're a little bit stressed out. I know what'll help..."
She rolls her eyes and waits for him to continue.
"You just need a little Vitamin C and you'll be back to new."
"You're such a pig Jericho! Besides it would take more than just a nibble to help."
She glances down at his crotch, quirks an eyebrow, turns on her heel, and gets into her car. He stares at her in rage at being rejected.
"Yea well you're a slut Stratus! You stupid little bitch!"
He watches her car pull out of the garage, and then starts to turn around when someone whirls him around and gets in his face.
"What the fuck?!"
"What do you think you're doing talking to Trish that way?! You're not even good enough to eat the gum that she scrapes off her shoes!"
After that Jericho finds himself being thrown into the closest wall. He slaps against the wall with a sickening thud. He hoists Jericho across his shoulders and runs across the parking lot to his car and throws Jericho in the trunk. He gets in and speeds to his house, which was only 15 minutes away. He parks his car in the driveway and gets Jericho out of the trunk. Jericho let's himself be led, completely disoriented as to where he is. He shove Jericho into the house and then through another door, which leads to him falling down the stairway to the basement. He grabs Jericho and shoves his now unconscious form against the wall and ties his hands behind his back and his feet together. He looks over at the terrified form of Victoria staring up at him with tears streaking her face. He finds the needle and thread and kneels in front of Jericho and smirks evilly at Victoria who had the same process of having her lips sewn shut just a few days prior.
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*Sings Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust"* Will there b another victim? You'll just have to wait and see till next time! =D R&R pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase
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His Angel/Her Devil
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CHAPTER 3
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LATER THAT NIGHT
"Oh my gawd Trish you're wonderful!"
Trish giggles at Dvon Dudley as she massages his shoulders.
"I'm not kidding! You're an absolute angel!"
Bubba Ray Dudley laughs as he rolls his now not stiff shoulders, since he just got a massage from her.
"I'd say more along the lines of a goddess."
"Aw, Bubba! You made her blush!"
Trish laughs then sticks her tongue out at Spike Dudley.
"Just for that you don't get a massage!"
"No!!! I'm sorry Trish I didn't mean it!"
"Nope."
She finishes Dvon and turns to Spike with hands on hips. Dvon shakes his head.
"Trish, you're brutal!"
Trish laughs then points to Spike and then to the now empty chair. He scrambles to it then smiles up at her with both dimples showing. She just rolls her eyes then starts massaging his shoulders. Bubba looks up at her.
"I thought you were supposed to have gone up against Victoria."
"Me too, but I got Molly."
"Why not Victoria? I thought you two were feuding or whatever."
"No one can find her. No one's seen her since last week. What's funny is one of the crew said her stuff was still in the locker room when everyone had left the arena."
"Damn...maybe the loony bin caught up with her and locked her up?"
She rolls her eyes and continues with Spike. After she finishes with him she flops down on a bench beside Bubba and sighs deeply. He puts an arm around her shoulders.
"Still aggravated at Bishoff?"
"Yes! I can't believe he's making me take a week off cause he thinks I'm stressed or whatever!"
"Well, you did say you were hearing things and kept thinking someone was following you. Trish, you've been bustin your ass and have barely stopped to eat or even sleep. Just go home and rest."
"How else would you explain the sunglasses on the steering wheel? Those were men's sunglasses and they weren't there when I first got out of the car. Speaking of home, I gotta get outta here. My flight's in an hour and I have to finish getting my stuff together. I'll see you guys when I get back."
She goes out the door and down the hall. She gets halfway to her car when Chris Jericho walks up to her.
"Hey, Trish! I've been hearing things that you're a little bit stressed out. I know what'll help..."
She rolls her eyes and waits for him to continue.
"You just need a little Vitamin C and you'll be back to new."
"You're such a pig Jericho! Besides it would take more than just a nibble to help."
She glances down at his crotch, quirks an eyebrow, turns on her heel, and gets into her car. He stares at her in rage at being rejected.
"Yea well you're a slut Stratus! You stupid little bitch!"
He watches her car pull out of the garage, and then starts to turn around when someone whirls him around and gets in his face.
"What the fuck?!"
"What do you think you're doing talking to Trish that way?! You're not even good enough to eat the gum that she scrapes off her shoes!"
After that Jericho finds himself being thrown into the closest wall. He slaps against the wall with a sickening thud. He hoists Jericho across his shoulders and runs across the parking lot to his car and throws Jericho in the trunk. He gets in and speeds to his house, which was only 15 minutes away. He parks his car in the driveway and gets Jericho out of the trunk. Jericho let's himself be led, completely disoriented as to where he is. He shove Jericho into the house and then through another door, which leads to him falling down the stairway to the basement. He grabs Jericho and shoves his now unconscious form against the wall and ties his hands behind his back and his feet together. He looks over at the terrified form of Victoria staring up at him with tears streaking her face. He finds the needle and thread and kneels in front of Jericho and smirks evilly at Victoria who had the same process of having her lips sewn shut just a few days prior.
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*Sings Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust"* Will there b another victim? You'll just have to wait and see till next time! =D R&R pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase