Her eyes were frozen, fixated on the screen in front of her. As he
spoke, his voice making obvious the pain he felt inside, his words entered
her, and burned through her mind. Each syllable echoed through her head.
She wondered how she could continue listening to him; it felt as though she
had placed her palm on a hot stove, and refused to take it off, as much as
it burned and scolded at her flesh. This was deeper than a physical burn,
though.
"Still..."
"What's that, Trish?" Christian touched Trish's long blond hair, catching tangles and gently pulling them apart as his fingers weaved through the locks. He was watching the monitor as well, but Chris's words went through one ear and out the other, as Christian didn't much care what the lovesick Chris had said. Trish sat in his lap on a lounge chair in his dressing room, getting ready for the show to start. They both found themselves unpleasantly surprised as Chris appeared in the ring and spoke on and on. Christian had caught maybe two of Jericho's words. Trish, however, found herself unable to ignore what he had to say.
"He said... 'still'..."
"Still what?" Christian continued to run his fingers through her hair, and leaned his head forward to kiss her shoulder, but she abruptly leaned in the opposite direction, pulling herself away from him.
"He still loves me." The blonde Diva looked into Christian's eyes, but his gaze shifted around the room, cautiously and nervously darting back and forth over the walls.
"W-...what?" He stumbled over the word as Trish stood and looked down at the baffled Christian, her back facing the television monitor.
"Christian, he said he still loves me. Do you listen to anything?" Her breathing became fierce, and she stared at Christian with an odd look of mixed feelings in her eyes. The second she heard Chris's profanity, which the censors failed to block out, and his microphone drop to the mat, she turned to face the T.V. again.
"Oh my god, where the hell does he think he's going?"
"No where, Trish, no where, don't worry. You think he'd be man enough to come find us after what we did to him at Mania? The guy's a coward. He's probably going back to his room to cry. Sorry bastard." Christian stood up and proceeded to kiss Trish again. As his lips touched her neck she grasped his shoulders. She allowed him to have his way, but a thought crossed her mind that caused her to immediately step back, nearly bumping into the television behind her.
"Christian! Did you see what he did to Matt last week?! Are you and I talking about the same person, here?!" Nervousness fell over her and her eyes slowly shifted toward the closed door of Christian's room. She noticed that the door was locked from the inside, which relieved some of her stress, but Trish still felt a bit vulnerable.
"Relax, baby. You know he wouldn't lay a finger on you. And if he touches me he's going to get the same beating he got in New York." He stepped toward her, only for her to step further away from him, her back against the screen, which had gone blank for the moment.
"You are not taking this seriously!"
Christian sighed and fell back in the chair. He looked at Trish with an annoyed glare. "What the hell is there to take seriously? Nothing! Nothing! You think that sorry-assed punk would actually be able to do something to us? He couldn't hurt you if his life depended on it, and he'd just be a fool to mess with me."
Trish gave a frustrated groan and stepped toward the door. "I'm going to the girls' locker room. I'll see you when the show actually starts." She left the room, and Christian rolled his eyes at the door as it shut behind Trish.
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Chris sped up the ramp and through the curtains, again slipping through the backstage halls, packed with all of the WWE superstars. They all stared at him as he plowed through, not making eye contact with any of them.
Lita and Matt ran from their end of the hall toward Chris. When Chris saw Lita, he came to a stop and whispered to her before she got a word in, "I'm leaving."
"What was that about, Chris?" Lita spoke quickly, questioning him.
"I said what I needed to, I'm leaving, I'm done. I told Vince this morning I quit. I've never seen that man more pissed off in my life."
"What?! You can't just leave!!" Matt stepped forward, speaking forcefully, attempting to get through to Chris, even though it appeared through his tone and expression that his mind was made up and couldn't be changed.
"Sure I can, and I'm going to. I managed to convince him I had reason enough for quitting, but I don't think Vince will ever be on good terms with me again." The confidence in Chris's voice told Lita right away that he wasn't kidding. This was a final decision.
"Chris Jericho, listen to me. This is quite possibly the biggest, stupidest mistake you could ever make. There are much better ways to work through this than just quitting. This is your job, Chris. What Trish did really WILL ruin your life if you let it take your career." Lita's voice pleaded, almost begged and demanded for Jericho to listen. "Please, Chris! You can't just leave! Think about this!"
Matt held Lita closely. The two of them had enough to worry about with this roster switch. A close friend and co-worker leaving dampened their spirits even more. Chris was important to everyone on the Raw roster, and everyone in the business. He was liked and respected by most of the people he worked with and wrestled week after week.
He gave a prolonged sigh. His eyes followed the corner of the hall, tracing the floor to the ceiling, when they shifted back down, and there she was.
Trish had stopped dead in her tracks after turning the corner to find the locker room. She saw Chris, and the fear and emotions inside her were obvious through her eyes. Everything from hatred, to mistrust, to anger. His eyes met with hers for a split second before absolute misery and rage ripped through his expression and ran like a flooded river through his blood. He pushed past Matt and Lita, and walked the rest of the way down the hall, turning the corner and passing Trish, without ever making the slightest contact with her. He had already said everything he needed to. But there was so much more he wanted to.
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"Still..."
"What's that, Trish?" Christian touched Trish's long blond hair, catching tangles and gently pulling them apart as his fingers weaved through the locks. He was watching the monitor as well, but Chris's words went through one ear and out the other, as Christian didn't much care what the lovesick Chris had said. Trish sat in his lap on a lounge chair in his dressing room, getting ready for the show to start. They both found themselves unpleasantly surprised as Chris appeared in the ring and spoke on and on. Christian had caught maybe two of Jericho's words. Trish, however, found herself unable to ignore what he had to say.
"He said... 'still'..."
"Still what?" Christian continued to run his fingers through her hair, and leaned his head forward to kiss her shoulder, but she abruptly leaned in the opposite direction, pulling herself away from him.
"He still loves me." The blonde Diva looked into Christian's eyes, but his gaze shifted around the room, cautiously and nervously darting back and forth over the walls.
"W-...what?" He stumbled over the word as Trish stood and looked down at the baffled Christian, her back facing the television monitor.
"Christian, he said he still loves me. Do you listen to anything?" Her breathing became fierce, and she stared at Christian with an odd look of mixed feelings in her eyes. The second she heard Chris's profanity, which the censors failed to block out, and his microphone drop to the mat, she turned to face the T.V. again.
"Oh my god, where the hell does he think he's going?"
"No where, Trish, no where, don't worry. You think he'd be man enough to come find us after what we did to him at Mania? The guy's a coward. He's probably going back to his room to cry. Sorry bastard." Christian stood up and proceeded to kiss Trish again. As his lips touched her neck she grasped his shoulders. She allowed him to have his way, but a thought crossed her mind that caused her to immediately step back, nearly bumping into the television behind her.
"Christian! Did you see what he did to Matt last week?! Are you and I talking about the same person, here?!" Nervousness fell over her and her eyes slowly shifted toward the closed door of Christian's room. She noticed that the door was locked from the inside, which relieved some of her stress, but Trish still felt a bit vulnerable.
"Relax, baby. You know he wouldn't lay a finger on you. And if he touches me he's going to get the same beating he got in New York." He stepped toward her, only for her to step further away from him, her back against the screen, which had gone blank for the moment.
"You are not taking this seriously!"
Christian sighed and fell back in the chair. He looked at Trish with an annoyed glare. "What the hell is there to take seriously? Nothing! Nothing! You think that sorry-assed punk would actually be able to do something to us? He couldn't hurt you if his life depended on it, and he'd just be a fool to mess with me."
Trish gave a frustrated groan and stepped toward the door. "I'm going to the girls' locker room. I'll see you when the show actually starts." She left the room, and Christian rolled his eyes at the door as it shut behind Trish.
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Chris sped up the ramp and through the curtains, again slipping through the backstage halls, packed with all of the WWE superstars. They all stared at him as he plowed through, not making eye contact with any of them.
Lita and Matt ran from their end of the hall toward Chris. When Chris saw Lita, he came to a stop and whispered to her before she got a word in, "I'm leaving."
"What was that about, Chris?" Lita spoke quickly, questioning him.
"I said what I needed to, I'm leaving, I'm done. I told Vince this morning I quit. I've never seen that man more pissed off in my life."
"What?! You can't just leave!!" Matt stepped forward, speaking forcefully, attempting to get through to Chris, even though it appeared through his tone and expression that his mind was made up and couldn't be changed.
"Sure I can, and I'm going to. I managed to convince him I had reason enough for quitting, but I don't think Vince will ever be on good terms with me again." The confidence in Chris's voice told Lita right away that he wasn't kidding. This was a final decision.
"Chris Jericho, listen to me. This is quite possibly the biggest, stupidest mistake you could ever make. There are much better ways to work through this than just quitting. This is your job, Chris. What Trish did really WILL ruin your life if you let it take your career." Lita's voice pleaded, almost begged and demanded for Jericho to listen. "Please, Chris! You can't just leave! Think about this!"
Matt held Lita closely. The two of them had enough to worry about with this roster switch. A close friend and co-worker leaving dampened their spirits even more. Chris was important to everyone on the Raw roster, and everyone in the business. He was liked and respected by most of the people he worked with and wrestled week after week.
He gave a prolonged sigh. His eyes followed the corner of the hall, tracing the floor to the ceiling, when they shifted back down, and there she was.
Trish had stopped dead in her tracks after turning the corner to find the locker room. She saw Chris, and the fear and emotions inside her were obvious through her eyes. Everything from hatred, to mistrust, to anger. His eyes met with hers for a split second before absolute misery and rage ripped through his expression and ran like a flooded river through his blood. He pushed past Matt and Lita, and walked the rest of the way down the hall, turning the corner and passing Trish, without ever making the slightest contact with her. He had already said everything he needed to. But there was so much more he wanted to.
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