This time, instead of Chris laying in the trainers room it was Trish. She
should've known that Christian would've done something like that. She
trusted him with her life, and he betrayed not only her, but also his 'best
friend' Chris. She tried to ease herself into the chair that the trainer
had set out for her, but she couldn't. Her back would throb with pain every
time she tried. Lita rushed into the trainer's room awhile later. She
looked so upset, and kind of shaken up.
"Oh my god, Trish, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? How are you?" Lita held onto Trish's hand, and Trish looked up from behind the hair in her face and smiled at her best friend. Not only did Lita lose the Women's Title match earlier, but also right now she didn't care. All she cared about is if Trish was okay.
"Lita, I'm fine. In pain, but I'll be okay. Trust me. I'm just, more mentally hurt than I am physically. I can't believe I trusted him. God, and I went out there thinking it was all going to be okay. And the guys in the back, they kept asking me if I wanted their help, but no, Christian said everything was going to be okay, and that he didn't want to hurt me. Well, I think he doesn't know what the true definition of 'hurt' is."
"Chris will take care of it all Hunny. You just wait." Lita look at her with a reassuring look. Trish knew Chris would call her in the morning, or would he? Christian and him had been friends longer than Trish and him, so would Chris believe Trish. He had to have watched Raw. "Are you ready to go. The trainer told me before I came in here that you could leave."
"Yeah, I'm ready. We need to go back..." Before she could finish that sentence a familiar voice said...
"Got it already." The blond Canadian held up her bag. She was so shocked that he had come all the way from the hotel just to see her. Bad knee and all.
"Chris, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be standing on that knee."
"And you shouldn't be alone. Well, I mean, without me. That sorry bastard will pay, you'd best believe that. Come Monday night, I'll be looking for a fight."
Chris got all defensive talking about Christian so Lita chimed in, "No, the Doc said to stay off that knee for at least two weeks Chris. Are you going to go against him? What if you're seriously hurt this time?"
"Seriously hurt? Jesus Lita, Trish could've been seriously hurt, and you're concerned about me?" Trish hobbled over and stood between the two. She didn't want to see two of her best friends fighting right now. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and take a long hot bath. She took her bag from Chris and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, we're going back to the hotel, and you're going to get along. Please, just get along for one night. Then maybe, just maybe everything will blow over, and I'll be ready to get back in the ring next week. That man will not keep me down. Now come on, let's just go." She looked at both of them, and the agreed. They walked out to Trish's rental car and Chris got in the drivers seat.
"I'll drive, Lita since it's a long ride back, you can sleep, and I'll keep Trish some company." Lita got in the back seat after helping Trish in the front. Immediately she fell asleep, and Trish laughed at her.
Chris yawned every five minutes of the trip back to the hotel, but kept his eyes on the road, not once looking at Trish. They kept silent most of the way, except for when a good song came on the radio that Chris just happened to hum. Finally having enough of the silence, Trish started a conversation with Chris, trying to steer away from the Christian subject.
"So, how's your knee?"
"How's your back?" Trish let out a long sigh. Chris looked over at her, and put his hand over hers. "Look, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I should've been, and I can't believe I wasn't. I should've known Eric was going to do something like that. I should've known he was going to do something to hurt you when I couldn't help you."
"Chris Jericho, it is not your fault that Eric Bischoff is a complete jackass. He's been after you and me both ever since we became friends. You can't change the fact that we are friends, and neither can I. He just doesn't understand that. God Chris, this has nothing to do with Eric. Can't you see, it was Christian getting back at you? All along, he has not liked the fact that you were hanging out with someone else. He was jealous. So don't you dare blame yourself for not being there."
"But, I trusted him. He looked me in the eye and told me that he wouldn't let anyone touch you. He promised."
"Yeah, well obviously he's a good liar. Just please don't do anything to re- injure your knee. I can't go to Raw next week without you, let alone be in the same arena as Christian."
Chris looked over at Trish one more time before pulling into the hotel arena. Once they got inside, Chris told her he had to do some things. He promised her that he wouldn't do anything stupid, and kissed her on the forehead before he left her room. She layed down on the bed and put an icepack on her back. Shortly after she drifted off to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------:-------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- He went up and down the halls looking for Christian. It had been over an hour since he'd been searching for Christian's room, which he had forgotten the number to, but he had to find him. He had to hurt him like he'd hurt Trish. He was going to pay for what he'd done, and it was not going to be forgiven.
Shawn Michaels had just gotten off the elevator on the 5th floor. He saw Chris walking around angry, and walked up to him. The two had a storybook past, and Shawn knew that Chris and him weren't on good terms. He also knew that Chris had changed, and that Trish and him had become quite close.
"Hey Chris. Look, I saw what Christian did to Trish. And just to let you know, Christian changed hotels. Actually he's already out of the state. After his 'match' with Trish, I saw him running down the hall with his bags calling the travel agent. So if you're looking for him tonight, you're not going to get him."
"God dammit!" Chris punched the wall in a rage of fury. He knew that Christian was just scared Chris was going to beat the hell out of him. Boy was he ever right.
"Whoa, bud calm down alright? You've got next week. Plus you've got a bummed knee, so I'd take it easy for about that time. Christian will be there next week."
"Who cares about the damn bummed knee? Trish is hurt, and its all because of that jackass Christian. God, everyone keeps telling me, 'Your knee it hurt, you're going to hurt it even more.' But can't you all see that I care more about Trish than I do a knee?" Chris ran his fingers through his long blond hair, and sat down on the hotel floor.
He put his hands over his face, and his head on his knees. Shawn walked over and sat down on the floor next to him. "It's going to be alright Chris. You'll get your chance to make this all better. Trust me. Please, just don't screw it up tonight."
"Why are you being so, different to me?"
"Kid, you've got a heck of a talent, and I don't want to see you waste it on that punk. If you fight him, he could beat you. Especially at a time like this. You're hurt, and you're upset. Don't do anything that's so stupid that you could end your career. You're an amazing athlete with a lot going for you. So Chris, just look at that."
"Thanks Shawn. I never though I'd say that to you. But seriously, thanks. It means a lot. I'm going to go find Trish, and stay with her. Maybe I'll calm down. Christian and I were in the same room, and I can't even remember the number. I'm just a tad dumb!"
"Nope, you're just blond!" Chris and Shawn both laughed. They went their separate ways, and Chris got on the elevator. He took the floor down to Trish's room, and went to her door. Knocking on it, he heard her rustle in her bed to get up. He heard her start to unlock the door.
"Just a sec." She was having a bit of trouble, but finally got it. She opened the door, and got a weird expression on her face. "Chris! What are you doing here? It's so late at night."
"Well, I don't want to go back up to that floor. Christian is in a whole different state, and I don't know. Can I just stay here with you?"
"Of course you can. C'mon in." She let Chris inside and he sat down on the couch. Lita was fast asleep and snoring. Chris set his bags down and laid back on the couch. Trish covered him up, and gave him a quick hug. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes you will..."
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"Oh my god, Trish, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? How are you?" Lita held onto Trish's hand, and Trish looked up from behind the hair in her face and smiled at her best friend. Not only did Lita lose the Women's Title match earlier, but also right now she didn't care. All she cared about is if Trish was okay.
"Lita, I'm fine. In pain, but I'll be okay. Trust me. I'm just, more mentally hurt than I am physically. I can't believe I trusted him. God, and I went out there thinking it was all going to be okay. And the guys in the back, they kept asking me if I wanted their help, but no, Christian said everything was going to be okay, and that he didn't want to hurt me. Well, I think he doesn't know what the true definition of 'hurt' is."
"Chris will take care of it all Hunny. You just wait." Lita look at her with a reassuring look. Trish knew Chris would call her in the morning, or would he? Christian and him had been friends longer than Trish and him, so would Chris believe Trish. He had to have watched Raw. "Are you ready to go. The trainer told me before I came in here that you could leave."
"Yeah, I'm ready. We need to go back..." Before she could finish that sentence a familiar voice said...
"Got it already." The blond Canadian held up her bag. She was so shocked that he had come all the way from the hotel just to see her. Bad knee and all.
"Chris, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be standing on that knee."
"And you shouldn't be alone. Well, I mean, without me. That sorry bastard will pay, you'd best believe that. Come Monday night, I'll be looking for a fight."
Chris got all defensive talking about Christian so Lita chimed in, "No, the Doc said to stay off that knee for at least two weeks Chris. Are you going to go against him? What if you're seriously hurt this time?"
"Seriously hurt? Jesus Lita, Trish could've been seriously hurt, and you're concerned about me?" Trish hobbled over and stood between the two. She didn't want to see two of her best friends fighting right now. She just wanted to go back to the hotel and take a long hot bath. She took her bag from Chris and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, we're going back to the hotel, and you're going to get along. Please, just get along for one night. Then maybe, just maybe everything will blow over, and I'll be ready to get back in the ring next week. That man will not keep me down. Now come on, let's just go." She looked at both of them, and the agreed. They walked out to Trish's rental car and Chris got in the drivers seat.
"I'll drive, Lita since it's a long ride back, you can sleep, and I'll keep Trish some company." Lita got in the back seat after helping Trish in the front. Immediately she fell asleep, and Trish laughed at her.
Chris yawned every five minutes of the trip back to the hotel, but kept his eyes on the road, not once looking at Trish. They kept silent most of the way, except for when a good song came on the radio that Chris just happened to hum. Finally having enough of the silence, Trish started a conversation with Chris, trying to steer away from the Christian subject.
"So, how's your knee?"
"How's your back?" Trish let out a long sigh. Chris looked over at her, and put his hand over hers. "Look, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I should've been, and I can't believe I wasn't. I should've known Eric was going to do something like that. I should've known he was going to do something to hurt you when I couldn't help you."
"Chris Jericho, it is not your fault that Eric Bischoff is a complete jackass. He's been after you and me both ever since we became friends. You can't change the fact that we are friends, and neither can I. He just doesn't understand that. God Chris, this has nothing to do with Eric. Can't you see, it was Christian getting back at you? All along, he has not liked the fact that you were hanging out with someone else. He was jealous. So don't you dare blame yourself for not being there."
"But, I trusted him. He looked me in the eye and told me that he wouldn't let anyone touch you. He promised."
"Yeah, well obviously he's a good liar. Just please don't do anything to re- injure your knee. I can't go to Raw next week without you, let alone be in the same arena as Christian."
Chris looked over at Trish one more time before pulling into the hotel arena. Once they got inside, Chris told her he had to do some things. He promised her that he wouldn't do anything stupid, and kissed her on the forehead before he left her room. She layed down on the bed and put an icepack on her back. Shortly after she drifted off to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------:-------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- He went up and down the halls looking for Christian. It had been over an hour since he'd been searching for Christian's room, which he had forgotten the number to, but he had to find him. He had to hurt him like he'd hurt Trish. He was going to pay for what he'd done, and it was not going to be forgiven.
Shawn Michaels had just gotten off the elevator on the 5th floor. He saw Chris walking around angry, and walked up to him. The two had a storybook past, and Shawn knew that Chris and him weren't on good terms. He also knew that Chris had changed, and that Trish and him had become quite close.
"Hey Chris. Look, I saw what Christian did to Trish. And just to let you know, Christian changed hotels. Actually he's already out of the state. After his 'match' with Trish, I saw him running down the hall with his bags calling the travel agent. So if you're looking for him tonight, you're not going to get him."
"God dammit!" Chris punched the wall in a rage of fury. He knew that Christian was just scared Chris was going to beat the hell out of him. Boy was he ever right.
"Whoa, bud calm down alright? You've got next week. Plus you've got a bummed knee, so I'd take it easy for about that time. Christian will be there next week."
"Who cares about the damn bummed knee? Trish is hurt, and its all because of that jackass Christian. God, everyone keeps telling me, 'Your knee it hurt, you're going to hurt it even more.' But can't you all see that I care more about Trish than I do a knee?" Chris ran his fingers through his long blond hair, and sat down on the hotel floor.
He put his hands over his face, and his head on his knees. Shawn walked over and sat down on the floor next to him. "It's going to be alright Chris. You'll get your chance to make this all better. Trust me. Please, just don't screw it up tonight."
"Why are you being so, different to me?"
"Kid, you've got a heck of a talent, and I don't want to see you waste it on that punk. If you fight him, he could beat you. Especially at a time like this. You're hurt, and you're upset. Don't do anything that's so stupid that you could end your career. You're an amazing athlete with a lot going for you. So Chris, just look at that."
"Thanks Shawn. I never though I'd say that to you. But seriously, thanks. It means a lot. I'm going to go find Trish, and stay with her. Maybe I'll calm down. Christian and I were in the same room, and I can't even remember the number. I'm just a tad dumb!"
"Nope, you're just blond!" Chris and Shawn both laughed. They went their separate ways, and Chris got on the elevator. He took the floor down to Trish's room, and went to her door. Knocking on it, he heard her rustle in her bed to get up. He heard her start to unlock the door.
"Just a sec." She was having a bit of trouble, but finally got it. She opened the door, and got a weird expression on her face. "Chris! What are you doing here? It's so late at night."
"Well, I don't want to go back up to that floor. Christian is in a whole different state, and I don't know. Can I just stay here with you?"
"Of course you can. C'mon in." She let Chris inside and he sat down on the couch. Lita was fast asleep and snoring. Chris set his bags down and laid back on the couch. Trish covered him up, and gave him a quick hug. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes you will..."
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