The Missing Piece
By Cold-Zephyr
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
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Chapter 4: Rock Concert Groupie
"Okay, guys, this is it!" Justin clapped excitedly. Shannon adjusted the strings on his heavy metal guitar. "Let's rock and roll!" the band yelled in unison.
Jeff decided to stay with the band, for sure this time. He didn't want see either Trish or Stacy. Trish was now a thing of his past. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with her now. Stacy, well, things would probably be awkward between them.
The lights dimmed, the red-hued spotlights shone on them, the crowd started going wild. The band started playing, and Jeff started singing, his intoxicating and beautiful voice ringing through the entire concert theater, capturing the hearts of all who heard it.
The crowd loved their performance, and as they left they saw groupies waiting for them backstage, cheering, screaming, swooning. One particular blonde one caught Jeff's attention, though. "You guys go ahead," he said to the rest of the band. Jeff walked towards this lady in the crowd of groupies. While the others had signs that read "I love you Jeff" or "Jeff is hot" or "The band rocks," hers read "I'm sorry, Jeff."
It was Trish Stratus.
He walked over to her. "Hey, pretty...need a ride?"
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"You know, you could've just called me at home. It would've been much easier, you know."
Trish giggled. "Yeah, it was tough getting mobbed by some male fans, as well as nearly getting bitchslapped by some angry female fans. But would you honestly even talk to me after, well, after what you saw in Detroit? I figured this was the best way to get to you. There's no escaping a crazy groupie."
Jeff laughed. "Guess not."
Trish's expression was serious now. "Jeff...I miss you. I've never been the same since you were gone."
"What about Jay, then? What the hell was that all about?" Jeff tried to suppress the anger in his voice. He looked over at Trish, who was staring out the car window.
"Jay, Chris...they meant nothing to me, Jeff..."
So she was with Chris as well? What a whore! So that's why Chris looked so sad backstage at the arena. "You know, I couldn't go out with any girl at all because I missed you so badly...and you went and had two of them shove their tongues down your throat? And you're telling me that you missed me, that you were never the same since I left?" Jeff pulled over, a look of intense fury on his face.
"Jeff, I---"
"You know what? You're right. You've changed since I left. From the sweet girl I once knew... you're now a promiscuous, slutty bitch! Get the hell out of my car!"
Trish sighed exasperatedly. "If I didn't care about you, do you think I would come all this way and go to this much trouble just to get to talk to you? Fine. Whatever. I'll get out now, if that's what you really want." She opened the car door and set one foot out...
"Wait..." Jeff grabbed her by the shoulder.
"What do you want now?" Trish spun around angrily. Jeff looked deep into her blue eyes, and then kissed her with intense passion. Without breaking the kiss, Trish put her foot back in the car and closed the car door. She started unzipping his jeans as he kissed her neck hungrily, running his fingers through her soft hair...
The two were extremely lucky that there were no policemen around to catch what they were doing.
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"This next song is dedicated to my girlfriend, Trish," Jeff spoke into the microphone as his bandmates clapped and cheered him on. Trish now accompanied him to every concert the band performed. In fact, she would accompany him everywhere, if she weren't so busy doing RAW shows or tours.
"C'mon, Jeff," Trish begged him as he helped fix up the set after the concert. Justin rolled his eyes. How could Jeff stand her? "Please come back to the WWE. It just isn't enough for me to only see you once a week."
Really?, Jeff thought. She was so clingy to him whenever they were together that it felt like eight days a week. This definitely wasn't the quiet, demure Trish Stratus he once knew. She was more outgoing now, much louder, and as much as he hated to admit it, slightly more annoying. She did look hotter than ever, though. Maybe it was just him. Maybe if he spent more time with her, he'd see the old Trish again. He looked over at Shannon, who just shrugged at him.
"Umm...I'll think about it."
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"I guess this is goodbye, for now." Jeff sighed.
Justin smiled weakly. "Well, you got the girl now. If you're happy, we're happy for ya."
"And we're ecstatic to get rid of that whiny bitch Trish at last," Shannon whispered over to Justin, as he stifled a laugh.
"Be seeing you around, then. Rock on, you guys."
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"JEFF!" Matt made a beeline for his younger brother as he walked into the venue for the next RAW show, fully decked in wrestling gear. "You've finally come back! God, how I missed you."
"Missed you too, bro."
"I knew you couldn't stay away from the ring!"
Actually, it was Trish's idea, Jeff thought to himself. Not like he'd want to disappoint his brother by letting him know that he only came back because his girlfriend wanted him to. "Of course not, Matt, who could?"
"There you are!" Trish walked over to her boyfriend. "Come with me," she yanked Jeff away by the wrist.
"See you, Jeff!" Matt called out as his brother was dragged away. He had to wonder, though, what in the blue hell was Jeff doing with that good- for-nothing tramp? Matt held a bit of a grudge against her for hurting his good friend, Chris Jericho. He honestly hoped that Jeff wasn't, well, dating her again. She was just so cruel to forget about him when he was released. Sure, she was sad for a little while, but then she moved on to liplocking with several other Superstars. She could've at the very least called him.
"Okay, so I'm gonna go out there to wrestle Lita, and then she's going to angrily attack me after I beat her." Trish conveniently forgot to tell him that she planned to cheat her way to a victory. "Then you come out and make the save, okay?" Trish instructed him as she checked her hair in the mirror.
"Gotcha," Jeff replied.
"Oh, it's time to rock and roll...Oh, this time I'm in control..." Trish's theme song started playing.
"This is it, Jeff," she kissed his cheek and then left the dressing room.
He watched her go out to the ring (to a chorus of boos and "Slut" chants) on a TV backstage. He didn't want to see his best friend Lita get hurt, but it was Trish that he came back for, he reminded himself. He was surprised, though, that Trish now played a heel. He didn't like it.
"So you two are back together now, huh?" Someone said from behind Jeff.
"Yeah," Jeff said as he turned around to face... "Stacy?"
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Next is the fifth and final chapter, entitled Taking A Chance. Stacy drops a bombshell, and Jeff finally discovers that Trish isn't the one he's been looking for.
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Rating: PG13 for mild language and some intimate scenes
Genre: Romance
Description/Summary: Jeff returns to WWE to win back Trish, and ends up brokenhearted. Will he ever find love?
~~~
Chapter 4: Rock Concert Groupie
"Okay, guys, this is it!" Justin clapped excitedly. Shannon adjusted the strings on his heavy metal guitar. "Let's rock and roll!" the band yelled in unison.
Jeff decided to stay with the band, for sure this time. He didn't want see either Trish or Stacy. Trish was now a thing of his past. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with her now. Stacy, well, things would probably be awkward between them.
The lights dimmed, the red-hued spotlights shone on them, the crowd started going wild. The band started playing, and Jeff started singing, his intoxicating and beautiful voice ringing through the entire concert theater, capturing the hearts of all who heard it.
The crowd loved their performance, and as they left they saw groupies waiting for them backstage, cheering, screaming, swooning. One particular blonde one caught Jeff's attention, though. "You guys go ahead," he said to the rest of the band. Jeff walked towards this lady in the crowd of groupies. While the others had signs that read "I love you Jeff" or "Jeff is hot" or "The band rocks," hers read "I'm sorry, Jeff."
It was Trish Stratus.
He walked over to her. "Hey, pretty...need a ride?"
~
"You know, you could've just called me at home. It would've been much easier, you know."
Trish giggled. "Yeah, it was tough getting mobbed by some male fans, as well as nearly getting bitchslapped by some angry female fans. But would you honestly even talk to me after, well, after what you saw in Detroit? I figured this was the best way to get to you. There's no escaping a crazy groupie."
Jeff laughed. "Guess not."
Trish's expression was serious now. "Jeff...I miss you. I've never been the same since you were gone."
"What about Jay, then? What the hell was that all about?" Jeff tried to suppress the anger in his voice. He looked over at Trish, who was staring out the car window.
"Jay, Chris...they meant nothing to me, Jeff..."
So she was with Chris as well? What a whore! So that's why Chris looked so sad backstage at the arena. "You know, I couldn't go out with any girl at all because I missed you so badly...and you went and had two of them shove their tongues down your throat? And you're telling me that you missed me, that you were never the same since I left?" Jeff pulled over, a look of intense fury on his face.
"Jeff, I---"
"You know what? You're right. You've changed since I left. From the sweet girl I once knew... you're now a promiscuous, slutty bitch! Get the hell out of my car!"
Trish sighed exasperatedly. "If I didn't care about you, do you think I would come all this way and go to this much trouble just to get to talk to you? Fine. Whatever. I'll get out now, if that's what you really want." She opened the car door and set one foot out...
"Wait..." Jeff grabbed her by the shoulder.
"What do you want now?" Trish spun around angrily. Jeff looked deep into her blue eyes, and then kissed her with intense passion. Without breaking the kiss, Trish put her foot back in the car and closed the car door. She started unzipping his jeans as he kissed her neck hungrily, running his fingers through her soft hair...
The two were extremely lucky that there were no policemen around to catch what they were doing.
~
"This next song is dedicated to my girlfriend, Trish," Jeff spoke into the microphone as his bandmates clapped and cheered him on. Trish now accompanied him to every concert the band performed. In fact, she would accompany him everywhere, if she weren't so busy doing RAW shows or tours.
"C'mon, Jeff," Trish begged him as he helped fix up the set after the concert. Justin rolled his eyes. How could Jeff stand her? "Please come back to the WWE. It just isn't enough for me to only see you once a week."
Really?, Jeff thought. She was so clingy to him whenever they were together that it felt like eight days a week. This definitely wasn't the quiet, demure Trish Stratus he once knew. She was more outgoing now, much louder, and as much as he hated to admit it, slightly more annoying. She did look hotter than ever, though. Maybe it was just him. Maybe if he spent more time with her, he'd see the old Trish again. He looked over at Shannon, who just shrugged at him.
"Umm...I'll think about it."
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"I guess this is goodbye, for now." Jeff sighed.
Justin smiled weakly. "Well, you got the girl now. If you're happy, we're happy for ya."
"And we're ecstatic to get rid of that whiny bitch Trish at last," Shannon whispered over to Justin, as he stifled a laugh.
"Be seeing you around, then. Rock on, you guys."
~
"JEFF!" Matt made a beeline for his younger brother as he walked into the venue for the next RAW show, fully decked in wrestling gear. "You've finally come back! God, how I missed you."
"Missed you too, bro."
"I knew you couldn't stay away from the ring!"
Actually, it was Trish's idea, Jeff thought to himself. Not like he'd want to disappoint his brother by letting him know that he only came back because his girlfriend wanted him to. "Of course not, Matt, who could?"
"There you are!" Trish walked over to her boyfriend. "Come with me," she yanked Jeff away by the wrist.
"See you, Jeff!" Matt called out as his brother was dragged away. He had to wonder, though, what in the blue hell was Jeff doing with that good- for-nothing tramp? Matt held a bit of a grudge against her for hurting his good friend, Chris Jericho. He honestly hoped that Jeff wasn't, well, dating her again. She was just so cruel to forget about him when he was released. Sure, she was sad for a little while, but then she moved on to liplocking with several other Superstars. She could've at the very least called him.
"Okay, so I'm gonna go out there to wrestle Lita, and then she's going to angrily attack me after I beat her." Trish conveniently forgot to tell him that she planned to cheat her way to a victory. "Then you come out and make the save, okay?" Trish instructed him as she checked her hair in the mirror.
"Gotcha," Jeff replied.
"Oh, it's time to rock and roll...Oh, this time I'm in control..." Trish's theme song started playing.
"This is it, Jeff," she kissed his cheek and then left the dressing room.
He watched her go out to the ring (to a chorus of boos and "Slut" chants) on a TV backstage. He didn't want to see his best friend Lita get hurt, but it was Trish that he came back for, he reminded himself. He was surprised, though, that Trish now played a heel. He didn't like it.
"So you two are back together now, huh?" Someone said from behind Jeff.
"Yeah," Jeff said as he turned around to face... "Stacy?"
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Next is the fifth and final chapter, entitled Taking A Chance. Stacy drops a bombshell, and Jeff finally discovers that Trish isn't the one he's been looking for.