"What about Trish?"
"You let me take care of Trish, ok Steph, because I know just how to handle her."
"I just don't know what happened," Edge moped around. His eyes were red from crying and his hair uncombed.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have slept with that chick," Christian scolded.
Edge looked up and addressed him sharply, "I didn't sleep with that woman!"
"But she knew so much about that night.and about you," Christian pointed out.
Chris just sat back and watched. Who knew that Christian would be such a big help to him? He was bringing all the guilt onto Edge that he didn't eve need to. It was a few days since the incident and Edge and Dawn were still not speaking, and Dawn had no motivation to because she hated Edge. It was perfect.
"Look, I don't know how she knew, but I DO know that I never slept with her. I just want Dawn back."
"Keep dreaming bro."
"Why don't we get the gang together tonight and go out and have fun?" Chris said, speaking up for the first time.
"Why?" Edge asked.
"Because I'm sick of seeing you mope around. You need to lighten up."
"I'll lighten up when I get Dawn back."
"He's right," Christian said, "We should go out. It'll be fun and it'll get your mind off of Dawn."
"Fine, fine."
"I'll go ask the girls," Chris volunteered. It wasn't just to be nice. He had to make sure that Trish showed up tonight. The plan was dependent on it.
"He walked down to the women's locker room, smiling to himself. Life was good. The plan was in full swing and he had Stephanie back. They were still having a bit of difficulty coming up with revenge for Hunter. It had to be spectacular.
He arrived at the locker room and knocked lightly. Dawn answer and she looked just as bad as Edge did. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had an almost hopeful look in her eye. Probably thought it would be Edge begging for forgiveness. He would make sure that didn't happen. He put on some sympathetic airs and looked at Dawn, pretending like he actually cared what happened to her. In actuality, he cared very little about any of these people. They deserved everything they got and then some.
"How are you holding up Dawn?" Chris said, exhibiting his great acting ability by showing sympathy for Dawn.
"I'm ok," she said, "I'm just glad I got out of the relationship before it got really bad."
"That's a good way of thinking of it."
"So what did you want?"
"Actually, I was wondering if all the girls were here?"
"Yeah, pretty much everyone is here," she said, "You want to come in?"
"Thanks," he said, stepping inside and seeing all the girls sitting around talking, "Hey everyone."
"Hey Chris," Torrie said, "What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come out with Edge Christian, and I tonight. We're just going to go have a few drinks and stuff, you know, just relax after work."
"Count me out," Dawn said quickly. She didn't even want to be near Edge right now, or for the rest of her life.
"Oh yeah, well, you don't have to come Dawn," Chris said, "How about the rest of you ladies?"
"Yeah, I'm in," Torrie said, "Come on Trish, come with us, I don't want to be the only girl."
"Yeah, fine, I can skip my book reading for a few drinks," she laughed, "But you better guarantee me a good time Chris."
Chris smirked, "Oh, don't you worry Trish, I'll give you a great time."
"See you after the show Chris," Torrie called out.
"Uh huh."
He walked out of the room. Everything was going so perfectly. He knew there would come a day when they might hit a snag with their plans, but they were so ready for it, and their prey so unprepared for what was in store. He didn't see how he and Stephanie could fail. He looked around, seeing if he was being followed and snuck into a dark room, locking the door behind him.
"You better be in here," he whispered.
"You know I am," came her husky voice.
"Where the hell are you?"
"Can't you tell just by hearing my voice?"
"No, so come out, come out wherever you are," he baited her.
He wasn't even expecting it, though he should've. Stephanie pushed him up against the door and he smirked, though she couldn't see it since the room was pitch black. He felt her take her hands and run them down his chest and to the top of his pants, teasing him by pulling at his belt buckle.
"Horny are we?"
"Mmm, planning makes me hot," she whispered sexily into his ear.
"What else makes you hot?"
"Seeing people get what's coming to them."
"Oh, I like that too, so do I get anything for my hard work?"
He felt her lips slowly moving down his jaw, not even kissing him any more than she was just dragging them. She reached his chin and stopped. Her breath was warm against his face and it was almost as if he were breathing in her breaths. He put his hands on her hips, wondering what she was going to do next.
"Tell me what you're going to do with Trish and maybe you will," she said, kissing his chin softly.
"But that would ruin our fun."
"No, it would make things even more fun."
"Trust me Steph, you'll love what I have for her. Love."
"Ok, fine, don't tell me, just tell me what I have to do to help you."
"I'm going to need a camera."
"A camera?" Stephanie said, "I'm staring to like this plan, whatever it is."
"Can you get me one?"
"Of course, the best one I can find," she said, "When do you need it by?"
"Tonight, a couple of hours."
"Done," she said, "I'll leave now, I've got some cash on me."
"Good, now get out of here, and meet me later tonight, around three, can you get out then?"
"Of course, Hunter's asleep by eleven. Stupid bastard, can't even stay up. He's such a fucking pussy I swear."
"I know," he told her, "Now let's get out of here."
"You first."
He put his ear up to the door and listened. He couldn't hear anything and stuck his head out of the room, glancing in both directions, nobody was around so he snuck out. He walked down the hallway, preparing himself for a fun and entertaining evening. He just had to play his part perfectly.
He came back from his match later that evening and found a plastic bag with a camera in his bag. He tucked it away into his stuff, he'd just have to break that out later. He noticed some of his other things were out of place and could just see Stephanie rooting through his things trying to figure out what he was up to.
"Chris, you ready?" Christian asked on the other side of the door.
"Give me like ten minutes!" he called out, needing a shower and a change of clothes.
Ten minutes plus several more, and they were on their way to a club. Chris had driven by himself, saying that it was better this way in case he wanted to go early, since he was the only one who had a long match that evening. Actually, he wasn't tired, he just needed to look like he was going to leave alone.
It didn't take long for Trish to get drunk. He knew her drinking habits. She seemed like a nice girl, but when it came down to it, she was anything but nice, he might even call her a drunk. She drank a lot and then she'd tell him the next day that she wouldn't remember anything that had happened the previous night. Chris had tucked that particular tidbit away, and it was going to come back and bite Trish in the ass later on. By the time she was on her fifth drink, she was dancing on top of the table, teasing that she was going to take her shirt off.
"You guys, I'm going to head out," Chris called out across the dance floor to Christian and Torrie, "I'm beat."
"Why don't you take Trish?" Torrie said.
"You know she won't come with me," he told them, "She's too stubborn when she's drinking."
"True," Christian sighed, glancing over at Trish, "She'll probably ask for a ride from us later or get some guy to drive her."
"You trust her with a guy?"
"No, but it's her life, she should learn from her mistakes," Christian said.
Chris nodded, if he didn't know any better, he would've thought Christian was actually in on the plan, instead of an unknowing participant in his and Stephanie's twisted little game. He shrugged to them and said goodbye, walking out of the club and to his car. He grabbed a bag out of the backseat and ran into a nearby restaurant that was open, going straight to the bathroom. Inside, he changed his wardrobe and tucked his hair into a wig of brown hair. He put some sunglasses on and walked out of the stall.
He looked at the mirror and saw a completely different person staring back at him. If he couldn't recognize himself, there was no way Trish would recognize him. He left the restaurant and went back to his car to throw his things in. After doing that, he was back in the club, looking around. Trish was no off the table and leaning against a wall, sipping another drink. He strode purposefully over to her.
"What're you doing all by yourself?" he said huskily, deepening his voice.
"No boys like to play with me," she said coyly, "Do you like to play?"
"Yes, I do," he told her, "I love to play with pretty girls like you."
"I like having sex," she giggled.
"You don't say?"
She nodded innocently, "It's true. I wouldn't tell you, but I've had too much to drink. But shh.don't take advantage of me."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Chris said, laughing, "I would like to take you back to my hotel room and show you a good time though."
"Is there alkie hol there?" she laughed, "Alkie hol, I meant to say alcohol."
"Of course there's alcohol, what fun is a party without alcohol."
"You're right," she said, seriously, furrowing her brow, "You wanna take me out of here, it's loud and I can't stand it."
"I'd love to take you out of here."
"Then take me."
He grabbed her hand and she came willingly with him. She was so drunk, she wouldn't say no. And no, he was not going to have sex with her. He didn't even want to know what kind of things she was carrying around with her. They probably weren't pretty. They got to his car and he helped her in. In her drunken state, she wouldn't recognize the car or him for that matter.
He drove back to the hotel, a different one from the one everyone else was staying at. Fewer trails that way. He led her up to his room, that he had registered under an alias so that she wouldn't be able to tell who was staying here. And he had paid cash for the room, so there would be no money trail to seek him afterwards. She stumbled into the room, struggling to take off her dress.
"God, what a whore," Chris muttered. She didn't even know his name.
Trish was already naked as Chris closed the door. He rolled his eyes and set his bag down by the door where she wasn't likely to see it. Not that she'd remember any of this anyways. She would always black out anyways. He took out the camera, laughing to himself and set it on the table.
"Ooh, a camera," Trish said, "I like pictures, take my picture!"
"Naked?"
"Uh huh," she said, "I like it like that."
"Kinky."
This girl was too dense for words. She was falling right into the trap. He wasn't about to force her to do anything, but his knowledge of Trish afforded him the comfort of knowing she'd be up for anything. He just grabbed the camera and she fell against the bed. He rolled his eyes. Her nakedness didn't affect him in the slightest, he had seen much prettier woman.
She was posing in some provocative poses for him and he just snapped away. Stephanie had gotten a Polaroid camera, she must've had some inkling as to what he was going to do. She was a smart one, that one was. He was so glad she was back to being a conniving bitch, even if he was the only one that knew about it. He took about a dozen pictures of Trish before she ran to the bathroom to throw up. Grabbing the pictures and his bag, he left to wait up for Stephanie.
Around 3:15, there was a knocking on his door and he got up to answer it. Stephanie waltzed in as soon as he had opened the door. She was wearing silk pajamas, a deep crimson color and her hair was down, flowing past her shoulders. Her face was free of makeup and he smiled, seeing her for the first time in her sleepwear.
"Nice pajamas."
"Shove it," she said, "I couldn't risk Hunter waking up."
"I know, but I like seeing you like this," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Good," she told him, "Now let me see the pictures."
"Do you know what they're of?"
"Of course, don't think I'm stupid Chris. I want the most humiliating one there is."
"They're all pretty incriminating."
"Did it go off without a hitch?"
"Perfectly, she really is a little slut," he laughed, "Practically had her begging me for sex."
"Surprise, surprise," Stephanie said snottily.
"I know, I told you how she was. She just doesn't even know she's that bad," he told her.
He grabbed the pictures and threw them on the bed. Stephanie picked one up and laughed at it. The poses Trish was in were pretty funny. Stephanie could see where Chris was coming from when he said Trish was begging for it. She picked out a few and her and Chris laughed over them.
"I can't believe you had to see her naked," Stephanie said, "I feel for you."
"Yeah, but I just pictured you naked the entire time," he told her, leering in her direction.
"I look better than she does naked, don't I?"
"Are you kidding me?" Chris said, "There's not even a comparison. You are so much sexier than Trish could ever aspire to be."
Stephanie smiled, genuinely for once, "That was nice of you to say."
"I'm only saying it to get you to sleep with me."
"Maybe later. We need to get photocopies of these," Stephanie said.
"Don't worry, I've got a copier at home," he told her, "In my office, I'll run off a couple hundred and next Monday, Trish will be all over the place, even when she doesn't want to be."
"Good."
Chris came up to Stephanie and brushed her hair over her neck. He leaned into kiss her neck softly, causing Stephanie to moan softly. He started unbuttoning her top gently, having it half way open before sliding his hand in between her skin and the soft fabric, caressing her warm skin.
"Chris, not now," she said, "Later."
"Promise?" he whispered, arousal in his voice.
"I do."
"Fine," he said, pulling away, "You better get back to the ass before he notices you're gone."
"See you Monday."
"Bright and early."
"5 am."
"Yup."
The weekend went quickly and it was early Monday morning before Raw. Stephanie and Chris walked up to the arena, going into one of the entrances with the keys she had gotten from her father. Or stolen rather, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. They snuck in, noting the lack of security inside. They split up the arena and went to work, taping quickly before making a quick getaway, wondering what later would bring.
Stephanie and Chris were in their respective dressing rooms when they heard the screams coming from behind their doors. Quickly masking their triumph, they both rushed out into the hall. Stephanie had made sure their rooms were near the entrance and near each other.
"What the hell!?!?!" Trish screamed, staring around her.
On every single wall, layer upon layer of papers were taped. And every single one of them had a naked Trish printed on them. She looked around, her face turning simultaneously red and green, she almost looked like a living Christmas ornament. Everyone else was laughing, the girls gaping, while the guys ogled her pictures.
"Hey Trish, when do you think I get my own private photo session," Matt Hardy called out.
"Oh my God!" Trish stood frozen for a moment. Then she started rushing around the halls, trying to rip down the pictures, but there were too many and they were endless. She was crying, trying to rip them up and tear them down, but there was so many.
She collapsed to the ground, holding papers in her tightened fists. She cried and cried as everyone laughed at her. Edge tried to go help her, but she shrugged him away, still sobbing uncontrollably. Chris walked over to her, trying to act as if he were disgusted by what he saw.
"Trish, what happened?"
"I don't know!" she screamed, "Who could've done this?!?!"
"I don't know," he whispered, "Some sick pervert obviously."
"I can't ever show my face here again!"
She cried and got up, grabbing more pictures, but they were still hanging there, showing her off. Chris pretended to look even sorrier than he had a moment before. Trish couldn't grab anymore and she ran out of the arena, tears running down her face in embarrassment, the laughter ringing through her ears as she ran back to her car.
Chris looked at Stephanie and she shrugged, looking at a picture and laughing before heading back into her locker room. Chris threw some of the pictures that were on the floor away. Didn't want anyone slipping after all. He whistled to himself as he went back into the locker room.
One more down.