TITLE: Ballroom Dancing.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG 15 +.
CONTENT: Heavy language.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Christian, Chris Jericho, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, and I wouldn't mind Jericho and Edge and Christian either.. but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome. Except for flames. As long as you want to send lots of love and praise, then it's always welcome!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while, but here's a lovely new chapter for you all to enjoy! Hope you like it, and remember, regardless whether you liked it or not, be sure to leave a review and let me know what you thought! Now, onto the story! Yee haw!!
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Trish Stratus stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on the wall of the women's locker room. Hands on her hips, she inspected her reflection in the glass before her, running her fingers through her blonde locks and pouting her lips slightly. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and straightened the collar on the pink, sparkling jacket she was wearing and then she was done. The blonde diva smiled to herself.
She was looking good tonight.
And there was a very good reason for why she had put in so much effort to look as good as she did tonight. That reason's name was Christian. He wouldn't know what hit him when he saw Trish tonight. Walking out of the diva's locker room, Trish stepped past Chris Jericho in the hall way, ignoring the blonde man completely.
Turning to face Trish as she walked away from him, Jericho called out to her. "Hey, Trish."
She turned around, and sighed. "What is it Jericho? I have somewhere important to be."
"I just wanted to let you know Christian was looking for you before." Chris cocked his head as he looked at the diva. "Looked pretty upset about something, too."
Crossing her arms over her chest angrily at the sound of Christian's name, Trish narrowed her eyes at Chris. "And what possible reason could that man have to be upset with me? I, on the other hand, have EVERY reason to be upset with that asshole!"
"Whoa, calm down!" Jericho stepped towards Trish, a slight frown appearing on his face. "Christian may be a little clueless sometimes, but that's my best friend you're talking about!"
Trish rolled her eyes, and turned away from Jericho once again, continuing on her way down the hall way. "Whatever. See you later Chris."
Chris shouted at the blonde diva who was walking away from him speedily. "I don't know what the hell he did to piss you off so much, but you need to deal with that serious attitude problem!"
As she stepped around the hallway corner, Trish gave a heavy scoff as she thought about Jericho's words. What the hell would he know? He was right about one thing, he DIDN'T know what Christian had done to piss her off so much. And because of that, he couldn't possibly understand how bad she felt and how much she was aching inside. And all because of Christian.
Damn that man. Trish had never been one of those women who felt like they needed a man to be happy, or even let what a man did or said get to her and upset her. She never felt like that. But this was different. With Christian, she felt different.
In the beginning, it had been wonderful. The things he made her feel; the butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her, the way her knees buckled when he touched her, the way her pulse quickened when they kissed. The first - and so far only - night they had spent together had been absolute bliss. And Trish had never been happier.
That was before she caught him with another woman. The very next day.
She had come to visit him in his hotel room the next evening, a lovesick smile on her face and an invitation to dinner on the tip of her tongue. She had used the spare key card to his room he had given her the night before, and walked right on in to his room. He was asleep in bed, his bare chest free from any covers. At first, she had smiled at the sight of the man sleeping so soundly. Trish even contemplated the possibility of simply slipping in beside him...
Then the bathroom door opened. And out stepped some woman she had never seen before. The brunette woman's hair was wet, and her shapely body was wrapped only in a towel. She eyed Trish curiously, and asked who she was. The blonde fumed. How dare that woman, probably some filthy ring rat, ask who SHE was? She never even answered her question. Instead, she whipped around, stormed out of that hotel room, and didn't look back.
Walking through the arena corridors, Trish hoped that Christian watched her match that was on in a little over half an hour. She wanted him to watch, and see how great she looked and how well she wrestled, and realise exactly what he had thrown away. All for some mousey, drab brunette who probably wasn't even half as great in bed as Trish was.
She slowed down beside a water cooler in the hall way, and took a plastic cup and filled it up with water. It was quite a warm night, and she hoped that the arena itself had good ventilation. There was nothing worse than an arena that turned into a gigantic sauna once the show began.
Trish's thoughts were interrupted as a voice called out to her from behind. "Hey! There's my baby girl!"
Her blood boiled at his voice. How DARE he even try to talk to her after he did that to her... She turned around slowly, her gaze already fixed into a hard glare.
Christian walked up the corridor, standing in front of Trish with a wide grin. "Where have you been? I haven't seen or heard from you since that night at the hotel. I've been looking for you -"
"I've been around."
Taken aback by the shortness Trish was displaying, a twisted frown flashed over Christian's features for a brief moment. Thinking that maybe she was just distracted by her match against Molly Holly soon, he smiled at her once again. "Well, anyway, I was just wondering if after the show tonight you wanted to go out for some drinks..."
The canadian diva rolled her eyes at Christian. He actually thought she'd want to go out and have drinks with him? After what he did to her? This man had absolutely no conscience or morals, did he?
Not picking up that anything was wrong, Christian continued. "... and then maybe we could come back to my hotel room and just have a quiet night in." He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "Or something else slightly more exciting."
Unable to control her anger any longer, Trish frowned fiercely at the blonde man standing in front of her. "You just can't keep your fucking dick in your pants, can you!"
"What?"
Shaking her head in frustration, Trish squeezed her eyes shut tightly before facing Christian once more. "You act all sweet and caring and considerate and like you actually feel something for me, but in the end you're the same as all the other assholes that have been and gone. All you want is a fuck, and then you're outta there. WELL FUCK YOU! I don't need you, and I'm not going to let myself be used by you again!"
Grabbing the outraged woman's shoulders firmly, Christian looked down at her seriously. "Trish! Calm down! What the hell are you talking about?"
"I saw you Christian!" She yelled, her voice rising louder and louder with each sentence. " I fucking SAW YOU with that cheap tramp in your room!"
Christian's eyes searched hers for a few silent moments, his hold on her shoulders still strong. He saw the anger and the tears in her eyes and the confused frown suddenly slipped away from his face. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, shit." She gave a grim chuckle, then spat out her words. "Fucking shit, Christian! You slept with me the NIGHT BEFORE! And then you go and get laid by some, some pathetic little groupie?"
"She, uh, she works at the hotel, actually."
"What!"
Eyes wide, Christian shook his head. "Nothing, nothing, forget..."
"She works at the HOTEL? You screwed one of the HOTEL STAFF?"
"No! I mean, yes, I did.. but she didn't mean anything!"
Trish gasped at his admission, turning her back to him briefly before turning to glare at him once again. "I can't believe you actually admit it!"
Christian raked a hand through his chopped blonde locks. "I'm just trying to tell you the truth! She didn't mean anything, I swear! She just started cracking onto me, telling me how attractive she thought I was, and she was wearing this really sexy, low cut top and... I just... I didn't mean for it to happen and..."
"You are fucking incredible."
"Trish, I..."
"No, don't even say another word!" Arms folded over her chest, Trish glanced over Christian's shoulder and saw Jeff Hardy and Lita talking to each other, walking down the hall way towards the two canadians. She set her jaw in resolution. "Don't say another word Christian. You know what I did right after I walked in on you? I called Jeff Hardy and asked him out on a date." She paused, cocking her head slightly. "See? I don't need you."
Hesitating slightly, Christian narrowed his eyes. "You did not ask for a date with Jeff."
"I did too."
"You told me yourself you don't feel anything for the guy!"
Smirking bitterly, Trish watched as Jeff and Lita neared them. "Maybe I changed my mind."
As the two friends walked past Trish and Christian, the blonde diva reached out and grabbed Jeff's arm. She placed her hand on Jeff's cheek, running her hand down his jaw line as she smiled up at him. "Hi Jeff, sweetie. I'm really looking forward to going out with you on Friday night. What have you got planned for us? Something really romantic, I hope."
Jeff looked over at Lita awkwardly, his arm being held tightly in Trish's grasp. "I, um, I was thinking we could have some dinner first at this Italian restaurant I know, and then maybe do a bit of dancing afterwards."
"Sounds delightful." Trish smiled brightly up at him, then smiled sickingly sweetly at Christian, her eyes fixed onto him. "I can't wait." Then turned back, leaned up on her tip toes, and planted a soft kiss on Jeff's lips.
She pulled back, looking up at him from underneath her lashes and smiled. Then she turned and walked down the hallway, towards the entrance of the stage. "See you on Friday."
Shocked at what had just happened, Jeff stood still, merely clearing his throat uneasily. He slowly looked over at the redhead by his side, who's eyes were cast downwards, staring at the floor. Her hair fell forward as she bent her head, curtaining her face. Jeff called her name. "Lita?"
She looked up quickly, her hazel eyes shining with sadness, but a smile on her face. "Looks like you two will have a great time on Friday."
A tense silence passed between the two, but was broken by the sounds of a low muttering coming from beside them. They turned away from each other and glanced at the blonde canadian to their side. Christian was staring in the direction Trish had walked away in, and swearing under his breath. Once he realised that the other two were staring at him, he turned to them and frowned, speaking harshly before walking down towards the opposite end of the hall way.
"That woman is fucking unbelievable."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG 15 +.
CONTENT: Heavy language.
SUMMARY: Lita makes Jeff a promise, and soon regrets it. Can she keep her promise and stay sane at the same time? Lita, Jeff, Christian, Chris Jericho, Trish and more.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing mentioned in this fic is mine. Damn, how I wish Jeff was mine, and I wouldn't mind Jericho and Edge and Christian either.. but unfortunately.. no. So.. don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: Always welcome. Except for flames. As long as you want to send lots of love and praise, then it's always welcome!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while, but here's a lovely new chapter for you all to enjoy! Hope you like it, and remember, regardless whether you liked it or not, be sure to leave a review and let me know what you thought! Now, onto the story! Yee haw!!
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Trish Stratus stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on the wall of the women's locker room. Hands on her hips, she inspected her reflection in the glass before her, running her fingers through her blonde locks and pouting her lips slightly. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and straightened the collar on the pink, sparkling jacket she was wearing and then she was done. The blonde diva smiled to herself.
She was looking good tonight.
And there was a very good reason for why she had put in so much effort to look as good as she did tonight. That reason's name was Christian. He wouldn't know what hit him when he saw Trish tonight. Walking out of the diva's locker room, Trish stepped past Chris Jericho in the hall way, ignoring the blonde man completely.
Turning to face Trish as she walked away from him, Jericho called out to her. "Hey, Trish."
She turned around, and sighed. "What is it Jericho? I have somewhere important to be."
"I just wanted to let you know Christian was looking for you before." Chris cocked his head as he looked at the diva. "Looked pretty upset about something, too."
Crossing her arms over her chest angrily at the sound of Christian's name, Trish narrowed her eyes at Chris. "And what possible reason could that man have to be upset with me? I, on the other hand, have EVERY reason to be upset with that asshole!"
"Whoa, calm down!" Jericho stepped towards Trish, a slight frown appearing on his face. "Christian may be a little clueless sometimes, but that's my best friend you're talking about!"
Trish rolled her eyes, and turned away from Jericho once again, continuing on her way down the hall way. "Whatever. See you later Chris."
Chris shouted at the blonde diva who was walking away from him speedily. "I don't know what the hell he did to piss you off so much, but you need to deal with that serious attitude problem!"
As she stepped around the hallway corner, Trish gave a heavy scoff as she thought about Jericho's words. What the hell would he know? He was right about one thing, he DIDN'T know what Christian had done to piss her off so much. And because of that, he couldn't possibly understand how bad she felt and how much she was aching inside. And all because of Christian.
Damn that man. Trish had never been one of those women who felt like they needed a man to be happy, or even let what a man did or said get to her and upset her. She never felt like that. But this was different. With Christian, she felt different.
In the beginning, it had been wonderful. The things he made her feel; the butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her, the way her knees buckled when he touched her, the way her pulse quickened when they kissed. The first - and so far only - night they had spent together had been absolute bliss. And Trish had never been happier.
That was before she caught him with another woman. The very next day.
She had come to visit him in his hotel room the next evening, a lovesick smile on her face and an invitation to dinner on the tip of her tongue. She had used the spare key card to his room he had given her the night before, and walked right on in to his room. He was asleep in bed, his bare chest free from any covers. At first, she had smiled at the sight of the man sleeping so soundly. Trish even contemplated the possibility of simply slipping in beside him...
Then the bathroom door opened. And out stepped some woman she had never seen before. The brunette woman's hair was wet, and her shapely body was wrapped only in a towel. She eyed Trish curiously, and asked who she was. The blonde fumed. How dare that woman, probably some filthy ring rat, ask who SHE was? She never even answered her question. Instead, she whipped around, stormed out of that hotel room, and didn't look back.
Walking through the arena corridors, Trish hoped that Christian watched her match that was on in a little over half an hour. She wanted him to watch, and see how great she looked and how well she wrestled, and realise exactly what he had thrown away. All for some mousey, drab brunette who probably wasn't even half as great in bed as Trish was.
She slowed down beside a water cooler in the hall way, and took a plastic cup and filled it up with water. It was quite a warm night, and she hoped that the arena itself had good ventilation. There was nothing worse than an arena that turned into a gigantic sauna once the show began.
Trish's thoughts were interrupted as a voice called out to her from behind. "Hey! There's my baby girl!"
Her blood boiled at his voice. How DARE he even try to talk to her after he did that to her... She turned around slowly, her gaze already fixed into a hard glare.
Christian walked up the corridor, standing in front of Trish with a wide grin. "Where have you been? I haven't seen or heard from you since that night at the hotel. I've been looking for you -"
"I've been around."
Taken aback by the shortness Trish was displaying, a twisted frown flashed over Christian's features for a brief moment. Thinking that maybe she was just distracted by her match against Molly Holly soon, he smiled at her once again. "Well, anyway, I was just wondering if after the show tonight you wanted to go out for some drinks..."
The canadian diva rolled her eyes at Christian. He actually thought she'd want to go out and have drinks with him? After what he did to her? This man had absolutely no conscience or morals, did he?
Not picking up that anything was wrong, Christian continued. "... and then maybe we could come back to my hotel room and just have a quiet night in." He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "Or something else slightly more exciting."
Unable to control her anger any longer, Trish frowned fiercely at the blonde man standing in front of her. "You just can't keep your fucking dick in your pants, can you!"
"What?"
Shaking her head in frustration, Trish squeezed her eyes shut tightly before facing Christian once more. "You act all sweet and caring and considerate and like you actually feel something for me, but in the end you're the same as all the other assholes that have been and gone. All you want is a fuck, and then you're outta there. WELL FUCK YOU! I don't need you, and I'm not going to let myself be used by you again!"
Grabbing the outraged woman's shoulders firmly, Christian looked down at her seriously. "Trish! Calm down! What the hell are you talking about?"
"I saw you Christian!" She yelled, her voice rising louder and louder with each sentence. " I fucking SAW YOU with that cheap tramp in your room!"
Christian's eyes searched hers for a few silent moments, his hold on her shoulders still strong. He saw the anger and the tears in her eyes and the confused frown suddenly slipped away from his face. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, shit." She gave a grim chuckle, then spat out her words. "Fucking shit, Christian! You slept with me the NIGHT BEFORE! And then you go and get laid by some, some pathetic little groupie?"
"She, uh, she works at the hotel, actually."
"What!"
Eyes wide, Christian shook his head. "Nothing, nothing, forget..."
"She works at the HOTEL? You screwed one of the HOTEL STAFF?"
"No! I mean, yes, I did.. but she didn't mean anything!"
Trish gasped at his admission, turning her back to him briefly before turning to glare at him once again. "I can't believe you actually admit it!"
Christian raked a hand through his chopped blonde locks. "I'm just trying to tell you the truth! She didn't mean anything, I swear! She just started cracking onto me, telling me how attractive she thought I was, and she was wearing this really sexy, low cut top and... I just... I didn't mean for it to happen and..."
"You are fucking incredible."
"Trish, I..."
"No, don't even say another word!" Arms folded over her chest, Trish glanced over Christian's shoulder and saw Jeff Hardy and Lita talking to each other, walking down the hall way towards the two canadians. She set her jaw in resolution. "Don't say another word Christian. You know what I did right after I walked in on you? I called Jeff Hardy and asked him out on a date." She paused, cocking her head slightly. "See? I don't need you."
Hesitating slightly, Christian narrowed his eyes. "You did not ask for a date with Jeff."
"I did too."
"You told me yourself you don't feel anything for the guy!"
Smirking bitterly, Trish watched as Jeff and Lita neared them. "Maybe I changed my mind."
As the two friends walked past Trish and Christian, the blonde diva reached out and grabbed Jeff's arm. She placed her hand on Jeff's cheek, running her hand down his jaw line as she smiled up at him. "Hi Jeff, sweetie. I'm really looking forward to going out with you on Friday night. What have you got planned for us? Something really romantic, I hope."
Jeff looked over at Lita awkwardly, his arm being held tightly in Trish's grasp. "I, um, I was thinking we could have some dinner first at this Italian restaurant I know, and then maybe do a bit of dancing afterwards."
"Sounds delightful." Trish smiled brightly up at him, then smiled sickingly sweetly at Christian, her eyes fixed onto him. "I can't wait." Then turned back, leaned up on her tip toes, and planted a soft kiss on Jeff's lips.
She pulled back, looking up at him from underneath her lashes and smiled. Then she turned and walked down the hallway, towards the entrance of the stage. "See you on Friday."
Shocked at what had just happened, Jeff stood still, merely clearing his throat uneasily. He slowly looked over at the redhead by his side, who's eyes were cast downwards, staring at the floor. Her hair fell forward as she bent her head, curtaining her face. Jeff called her name. "Lita?"
She looked up quickly, her hazel eyes shining with sadness, but a smile on her face. "Looks like you two will have a great time on Friday."
A tense silence passed between the two, but was broken by the sounds of a low muttering coming from beside them. They turned away from each other and glanced at the blonde canadian to their side. Christian was staring in the direction Trish had walked away in, and swearing under his breath. Once he realised that the other two were staring at him, he turned to them and frowned, speaking harshly before walking down towards the opposite end of the hall way.
"That woman is fucking unbelievable."