Stages: Part 2. Realisations
A/N: Next chapter!!!!!! TA DA!!!!!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially since this is my first chief Trish-Jericho fic, and I wasn't sure if it sucked or not.
Samantha.
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"Hey guys, what going on?" Jericho asked Ric Flair and Randy Orton as he walked towards the locker room he shared with Christian.
"Not much." Randy shrugged.
"Listen, have you seen Christian? I was wondering if he's here yet."
Yeah, he is." Ric began, but Randy cut him off, hands over his face, clearly playing the fool.
"I didn't mean to!" He said, very dramatically. "We never meant to hurt you Chris. We'll steer clear of you, just to stop hurting you."
Jericho looked at him strangely. "Okay then, I'll just catch up with you guys later then. When Randy's had his medication, hopefully."
As he continued down to his locker room, Chris was stopped several more times by various wrestlers including Rene Dupree and Rob Conway, Val Venis, Mark Henry, Jazz and Molly Holly, each person making some strange comment that Jericho didn't quite understand. Finally, just outside his locker room Chris was stopped Goldberg and Booker T.
"How you doing Chris?" Booker asked, his voice sympathetic.
"It took a lot of guts for you both to do that." Goldberg nodded.
"Do what?" Chris asked them blankly, "Listen there's something really strange going on around here..."
"Holy shit." Booker T shook his head in realization. "You didn't know did you?"
"Know what?"
"Do you remember having a heart to heart with Trish in your locker room last week after your match?" Goldberg asked, on the same wavelength as Booker.
"Yeah..." Chris began, "How do you people know about that?"
"You didn't know that it was televised did you?" Booker asked him.
"It was what?" Jericho asked, suddenly absolutely furious. "It wasn't... There were no cameras, nothing. I thought we were safe to talk... In my locker room." He put one hand to his head. "She's going to think that I planned this. She's gonna kill me."
"Dude, go and talk to the GM's about it." Booker T encouraged him. "If Bischoff planted that camera, go talk to Austin. He'll do something about it, or make sure you're both compensated or whatever."
"You want me to go talk to Austin?"
"He's always had a soft spot for Trish." Goldberg reminded him. "If neither of you knew that it was televised, and I doubt that Trish knew, she'll be upset too. He'll do something."
"He'll do something." Jericho nodded. "Great, I'll drop this stuff and..."
He fell silent as Booker T and Goldberg grabbed the bags he was carrying and moved to dump them in his locker room. Both men shot him looks of encouragement.
Jericho knocked on the door to the 'Administration Office', and walked in to see Trish standing there, talking to Steve, neither of them looking very happy.
"I'm so glad I caught up with you both at the same time." Jericho began.
"This is about the camera in your locker room." Steve said to him.
"Yeah," Jericho admitted, watching Trish's face carefully. "Look Trish, I had nothing to do with that, I swear. I only just found out that we'd been televised from Goldberg and Booker T."
"I believe you." She said softly, in that sweet, gentle voice of hers. "Eric had the camera set up."
"Eric? I'll gut the bastard." Jericho growled, imagining the many painful things he would do to Eric Bischoff.
"Get in line." Trish told him, an edge of anger to her voice.
"Chris, I know that you and Trish are both upset." Steve told him, "And being the Sheriff of RAW, holding true to Stone Cold's laws Eric Bischoff will be punished. And you will both have some say in how he is punished."
"Can I castrate him, or..." Jericho began.
"My idea was to remove his entrails without anesthetic." Trish told him. "It's how I felt when my mom told me that she'd seen it, better yet taped it, and was showing the segment to all of her friends, telling them what a great actress I am." Her voice barely contained her feelings of disgust and degradation.
"I'm so sorry Trish." Jericho apologized. "If I had any idea that Eric would bug my locker room, I would never have stayed there. I would've got us to leave."
"It means a lot that you would say that." Trish answered. "I just wish it could all be taken back, or changed around. I don't like the details of my private life splashed around the gossip circles."
"So what do you want to do about it?" Steve asked, gesturing for them both to take a seat.
Chris and Trish left the Administration Office together a short time later, ignoring the stares of other superstars as Chris walked Trish to her locker room.
"There you are." Lita said as they walked up, ignoring Chis. She hugged Trish. "I was getting worried about you."
"I'm okay." Trish told her.
"Look Trish I'd better get going." Chris told her. "I have to do some stuff before the show, but if there's any problems, just call me, or yell."
She nodded. "I'll see you later."
"I am sorry." He said again before he left.
"Do you want to tell me what just happened?" Lita asked her friend. "Because last time I checked you couldn't stand the sight of the man."
"Coffee time?" Trish asked.
"Do you have to ask?" Lita linked her arm through Trish's arm as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"So, spill." Lita set her coffee down on the table and sat down.
"He's feeling as terrible about it as I am." She told him. "Maybe worse. I found out from my mom when I got back home. He found out from Goldberg and Booker T when he got to the arena tonight."
"That's gotta hurt." Lita shook her head. "It's enough for even me to feel bad for him.
Across the room Rob Van Dam entered the room and walked over to where Shane McMahon and the Dudley Boyz were sitting. Rob spoke to them for a second, then they all stood up and walked over to where the two divas were sitting.
"Hey ladies, do you mind if we join you?" Bubba asked, glancing over his shoulder as Evolution entered the room. "If you like." Trish answered politely.
"So how have you two been?" Shane asked.
"Footage of me and my ex finalizing our relationship was shown on RAW last week without my knowledge or consent." Trish told him. "You?"
"How are you feeling about that?" D-Von asked, "Besides pretty upset I mean."
"I think Chris is more angry with Eric than I am. He's been nothing but apologetic since he found out and he even thought that I believed he'd filmed it all."
"So if you could do anything to Eric what would you do?" Rob asked.
"Remove his entrails without anesthetic." She answered promptly. "Chris wants to castrate him."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Shane asked. "I can't believe that Jericho wouldn't want revenge."
"Later tonight Eric will not know what hit him." She replied, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Are you going to tell us what you're going to do about it?" D-Von asked.
"I'm not going to do anything." Trish shrugged. "But Eric will know that he broke the law." She smiled, knowing that the guys would get the hint.
"I'll make sure I watch then." Rob told her, while Bubba grinned like all of his Christmases had come at once.
"Hey, Trish." Booker T walked over to the group, "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Trish nodded and stood up.
"Don't go too far, okay?" Bubba told them, glancing purposefully back at Evolution.
"It's cool." Booker T told him, leading Trish over to an empty corner of the room.
Like hawks the Dudley Boyz watched while Booker T spoke to Trish, not taking their eyes off her until she was sitting back down with them. As if nothing had happened, Trish picked up her coffee and took a sip.
"Productive meeting?" Rob asked finally.
"Steve put us in a mixed tag match." Trish answered. "Just strategy."
Lita smiled and looked down at the table. "Seems like everyone wants to talk to you tonight." She said quietly, causing Trish to turn around. Her face lit up at she saw Chris standing at the door.
"I'll be right back." She told everyone, getting up quickly. She bumped the table with her hip, and walked over to where Chris stood waiting for her.
As the pair disappeared out the door, Lita spoke, halting the Dudleyz in their footsteps as they moved to get up and follow her. "And she says she's not in love."
"What do you mean?" D-Von turned to her, looking confused.
"I mean that it's written on her face, everything she feels about him." Lita smiled as she spoke. "If you can, try to protect her while she's wrestling. I think that people will start exploiting Chris's affection for her."
"How?" Bubba asked.
"Things could get engineered so that Chris interferes in one of Trish's matches so that he gets hurt. If it happened, Trish would be crushed. You all know her well enough to know that."
"Where are you going?" Bubba asked as she got up from her seat.
"To get more coffee." She smiled at him.
A/N: Next chapter!!!!!! TA DA!!!!!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially since this is my first chief Trish-Jericho fic, and I wasn't sure if it sucked or not.
Samantha.
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"Hey guys, what going on?" Jericho asked Ric Flair and Randy Orton as he walked towards the locker room he shared with Christian.
"Not much." Randy shrugged.
"Listen, have you seen Christian? I was wondering if he's here yet."
Yeah, he is." Ric began, but Randy cut him off, hands over his face, clearly playing the fool.
"I didn't mean to!" He said, very dramatically. "We never meant to hurt you Chris. We'll steer clear of you, just to stop hurting you."
Jericho looked at him strangely. "Okay then, I'll just catch up with you guys later then. When Randy's had his medication, hopefully."
As he continued down to his locker room, Chris was stopped several more times by various wrestlers including Rene Dupree and Rob Conway, Val Venis, Mark Henry, Jazz and Molly Holly, each person making some strange comment that Jericho didn't quite understand. Finally, just outside his locker room Chris was stopped Goldberg and Booker T.
"How you doing Chris?" Booker asked, his voice sympathetic.
"It took a lot of guts for you both to do that." Goldberg nodded.
"Do what?" Chris asked them blankly, "Listen there's something really strange going on around here..."
"Holy shit." Booker T shook his head in realization. "You didn't know did you?"
"Know what?"
"Do you remember having a heart to heart with Trish in your locker room last week after your match?" Goldberg asked, on the same wavelength as Booker.
"Yeah..." Chris began, "How do you people know about that?"
"You didn't know that it was televised did you?" Booker asked him.
"It was what?" Jericho asked, suddenly absolutely furious. "It wasn't... There were no cameras, nothing. I thought we were safe to talk... In my locker room." He put one hand to his head. "She's going to think that I planned this. She's gonna kill me."
"Dude, go and talk to the GM's about it." Booker T encouraged him. "If Bischoff planted that camera, go talk to Austin. He'll do something about it, or make sure you're both compensated or whatever."
"You want me to go talk to Austin?"
"He's always had a soft spot for Trish." Goldberg reminded him. "If neither of you knew that it was televised, and I doubt that Trish knew, she'll be upset too. He'll do something."
"He'll do something." Jericho nodded. "Great, I'll drop this stuff and..."
He fell silent as Booker T and Goldberg grabbed the bags he was carrying and moved to dump them in his locker room. Both men shot him looks of encouragement.
Jericho knocked on the door to the 'Administration Office', and walked in to see Trish standing there, talking to Steve, neither of them looking very happy.
"I'm so glad I caught up with you both at the same time." Jericho began.
"This is about the camera in your locker room." Steve said to him.
"Yeah," Jericho admitted, watching Trish's face carefully. "Look Trish, I had nothing to do with that, I swear. I only just found out that we'd been televised from Goldberg and Booker T."
"I believe you." She said softly, in that sweet, gentle voice of hers. "Eric had the camera set up."
"Eric? I'll gut the bastard." Jericho growled, imagining the many painful things he would do to Eric Bischoff.
"Get in line." Trish told him, an edge of anger to her voice.
"Chris, I know that you and Trish are both upset." Steve told him, "And being the Sheriff of RAW, holding true to Stone Cold's laws Eric Bischoff will be punished. And you will both have some say in how he is punished."
"Can I castrate him, or..." Jericho began.
"My idea was to remove his entrails without anesthetic." Trish told him. "It's how I felt when my mom told me that she'd seen it, better yet taped it, and was showing the segment to all of her friends, telling them what a great actress I am." Her voice barely contained her feelings of disgust and degradation.
"I'm so sorry Trish." Jericho apologized. "If I had any idea that Eric would bug my locker room, I would never have stayed there. I would've got us to leave."
"It means a lot that you would say that." Trish answered. "I just wish it could all be taken back, or changed around. I don't like the details of my private life splashed around the gossip circles."
"So what do you want to do about it?" Steve asked, gesturing for them both to take a seat.
Chris and Trish left the Administration Office together a short time later, ignoring the stares of other superstars as Chris walked Trish to her locker room.
"There you are." Lita said as they walked up, ignoring Chis. She hugged Trish. "I was getting worried about you."
"I'm okay." Trish told her.
"Look Trish I'd better get going." Chris told her. "I have to do some stuff before the show, but if there's any problems, just call me, or yell."
She nodded. "I'll see you later."
"I am sorry." He said again before he left.
"Do you want to tell me what just happened?" Lita asked her friend. "Because last time I checked you couldn't stand the sight of the man."
"Coffee time?" Trish asked.
"Do you have to ask?" Lita linked her arm through Trish's arm as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"So, spill." Lita set her coffee down on the table and sat down.
"He's feeling as terrible about it as I am." She told him. "Maybe worse. I found out from my mom when I got back home. He found out from Goldberg and Booker T when he got to the arena tonight."
"That's gotta hurt." Lita shook her head. "It's enough for even me to feel bad for him.
Across the room Rob Van Dam entered the room and walked over to where Shane McMahon and the Dudley Boyz were sitting. Rob spoke to them for a second, then they all stood up and walked over to where the two divas were sitting.
"Hey ladies, do you mind if we join you?" Bubba asked, glancing over his shoulder as Evolution entered the room. "If you like." Trish answered politely.
"So how have you two been?" Shane asked.
"Footage of me and my ex finalizing our relationship was shown on RAW last week without my knowledge or consent." Trish told him. "You?"
"How are you feeling about that?" D-Von asked, "Besides pretty upset I mean."
"I think Chris is more angry with Eric than I am. He's been nothing but apologetic since he found out and he even thought that I believed he'd filmed it all."
"So if you could do anything to Eric what would you do?" Rob asked.
"Remove his entrails without anesthetic." She answered promptly. "Chris wants to castrate him."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Shane asked. "I can't believe that Jericho wouldn't want revenge."
"Later tonight Eric will not know what hit him." She replied, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Are you going to tell us what you're going to do about it?" D-Von asked.
"I'm not going to do anything." Trish shrugged. "But Eric will know that he broke the law." She smiled, knowing that the guys would get the hint.
"I'll make sure I watch then." Rob told her, while Bubba grinned like all of his Christmases had come at once.
"Hey, Trish." Booker T walked over to the group, "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Trish nodded and stood up.
"Don't go too far, okay?" Bubba told them, glancing purposefully back at Evolution.
"It's cool." Booker T told him, leading Trish over to an empty corner of the room.
Like hawks the Dudley Boyz watched while Booker T spoke to Trish, not taking their eyes off her until she was sitting back down with them. As if nothing had happened, Trish picked up her coffee and took a sip.
"Productive meeting?" Rob asked finally.
"Steve put us in a mixed tag match." Trish answered. "Just strategy."
Lita smiled and looked down at the table. "Seems like everyone wants to talk to you tonight." She said quietly, causing Trish to turn around. Her face lit up at she saw Chris standing at the door.
"I'll be right back." She told everyone, getting up quickly. She bumped the table with her hip, and walked over to where Chris stood waiting for her.
As the pair disappeared out the door, Lita spoke, halting the Dudleyz in their footsteps as they moved to get up and follow her. "And she says she's not in love."
"What do you mean?" D-Von turned to her, looking confused.
"I mean that it's written on her face, everything she feels about him." Lita smiled as she spoke. "If you can, try to protect her while she's wrestling. I think that people will start exploiting Chris's affection for her."
"How?" Bubba asked.
"Things could get engineered so that Chris interferes in one of Trish's matches so that he gets hurt. If it happened, Trish would be crushed. You all know her well enough to know that."
"Where are you going?" Bubba asked as she got up from her seat.
"To get more coffee." She smiled at him.