A/n: Ok, I promise this one is longer... lol. I think the last one was the shortest one yet and I thought it was gunna be really long, I guess I thought these two chappys were one, but they wouldn't have worked good that way! OK enough talking, lets read!

Last night was so pointless, those women are trashy and classless. I know Christian just did it so I would stop thinking about Trish and he could look at the only women in the world he'd ever have a chance with. Well it didn't work. If anything it just drove me into Trish's arms, theoretically speaking. Can it just be Monday so I can see her again?

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Wow, I have 30 new messages, I guess I haven't checked my e-mail in a while... oh... what's this? One from Christian? That's odd... (Trish reading to herself):

Dear Trish,

I just wanted to let you know that Jericho is completely over you in fact he had the best time last night... out on the town. Your the farthest thing from his mind... Have fun being alone Trish-y-poo.

The Sexiest Beast

-Christian

*RAW*

Hmmm, Aquafina or Crystal Springs... Crystal Springs? No, it had the word 'Chris' in it.... Aquafina it is! Whoa, hey personal space, hey there, whoooooose tappin me...

Trish turned around to see Christian standing behind her with an arrogant look on his face.

"What do you want?" She asked, a twang of annoyance was in her voice.

"Just wondering if you got my e-mail? Oh yeah, my connector wouldn't work, so I wanted to show you these, in person..."

He opened his flip phone for her to see, pictures from their strip club excursion. What she didn't know was that Jericho wasn't really enjoying the strippers at all, and that this was all just Christians little plan.

"Thanks, thanks a lot Christian." She rolled her eyes, trying to hold back tears.

"NO problem, Trish." he laughed and check out her ass as she walked away.

Your fine, your fine. Keep it together Stratus.

"Trish, your up!" A production assistant yelled from outside her door.

FUCK!

Now, the tears were starting to well up double time. Ok, how's the make up?

She wiped away her smudges and ran to gorilla just into time for her cue.

Just keep smiling. She thought as she entered the ring.

Phew, its gunna be alright.

Lillian shot her a concerned look.

Molly sauntered down to the ring and the match began.

At this point, Trish didn't really care. Even though she didn't put up much of a fight, she still won with a roll up.... and maybe a slight pull of the tights.

Before she was back on her feet, she was knocked down again, by a strong arm to the back of the head.

Immediately she knew who it was. Teddy Long was in the ring directing traffic, playa this... boo that. Mark Henry kicked Trish in the stomach one last time before Jazz stepped in. Just as she went for the chicken wing, Jericho came bolting down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He entered the ring and Jazz dropped Trish, as she and Teddy exited. Mark, slowest of all got the blunt of Jericho's anger, via a steel chair. He then quickly rolled out of the ring.

Oh my god, TRISH! Jericho ran to Trish who had a busted lip.

Oww, oww, oww. Was all she could think as she tried to get to her feet.

He reached down to help her up, but she smacked his hand away. As she gathered herself, anger towards Jericho motivated her to stand on her own.

"I'm not stupid Chris!"

"Wha- Trish?" He was clearly confused and upset.

She had already up and exited the ring.

*LATER*

Oww, that stings, oww. She thought while getting her lip cleaned up in the trainers room.

"Trish, I see there's some swelling around your eye as well, you might want to put some ice on that later.

"Thanks Tom." she looked down at the bag of ice he just place in her hand and saw another hand reaching out to hers. She looked up to see Jericho standing there with a very worried look on his face.

"Trish, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." she said very shortly, already the tears were welling up in her eyes, she blatantly tried to blink them back.

"No, your not Trish, I want to make it..." he was cut off.

"Well, Chris, what does it matter, you just were looking pretty happy last night!"

"What, Trish? What are you talking about last night?"

"Well, last Monday night, what ever! You and Christian... well... speak of the devil..."

"Hi Trish." he said quickly and then turned his attention to Jericho, ignoring her. "So man, we gotta start talking strategy for our tag title match next week...so..." Blah, blah blah and so it continued.

Trish stood there for a while watching Jericho. She seemed to notice that he was very uninterested in what Christian was saying, infact she though he might not be listening at all.

Oh my, I can see why Chris just goes along with everything Christian says, who wants to listen to that? Man, I can't stand this, Chris, just make him shut up! Whatever, I don't know why I'm still standing here anyway.

She exited the room.

"So man, c'mon, get your head in the game! Titles, next week!" Christian finally shut up and left.

"So, Trish..." Jericho turned around only to find she was gone.