PART FOUR
THREE DAYS LATER
Elisabeth sat in the women's locker room with Trish and Amy, waiting in silence while they planned their match for the show that night with Nora Greenwald and Lisa Marie Varon. Chris and Jay had a major match that night, she decided that it would be best if she stayed out of their way for the time being. Now, she sat quietly in the back of the room, thinking ot herself as the women planned their match.
"Okay, Vince said earlier that he wants Trish to get the pinfall, so how are we going to end it?" Amy asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The women only needed to plan out the finish of the match… the rest they could play by ear.
"Well, it would be best for her to get a Stratusfaction if you ask me… I don't that the Chick Kick is a very convincing finisher," Nora said.
Trish nodded, chiming in, "Well, how about you and I are in the ring doing our thing. Lisa jumps in and you two start teaming on me, and then…"
"Then Amy can jump in and knock me out of the ring and we can start fighting while you two finish up the match with the Stratusfaction," Lisa Marie finished.
"Great," Trish said, smiling and glancing around to see the other women nodding in agreement.
"Okay, awesome. We're going to go grab something to eat, so we'll see you guys later," Nora said, taking Lisa with her.
"Hold up," Amy called, jumping up from her seat and following them. "I'm supposed to meet Matt soon, I'll just walk with you." They nodded, and the three women waved goodbye as they made their way out the door. Once they were gone and the door shut behind them, Trish turned to Elisabeth, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Hey Lis," she called, snapping the young woman out of her daze.
"Huh?" Elisabeth asked, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
"You okay?" Trish questioned, a measure of concern showing in her brown eyes. "You seem kind of spaced out." Elisabeth shrugged.
"Just thinking about something," she replied.
"Oh? What about?" Trish asked curiously. Elisabeth shrugged again, her eyes reverting to the ceiling of the locker room above her. She wasn't sure if she should tell Trish that her thoughts had somehow found their way to Shawn Michaels. Elisabeth was almost embarrassed by how much he had been running through her mind since he arrived a few days earlier. All he had done was say hi to her and she was already going crazy over him.
"Nothing, I just… don't worry about it, it's nothing," she said finally, bringing her gaze back down and over to Trish.
"Oh, come on… that's not fair!" Trish whined, pouting her lips playfully. "Seriously, what is it? You know you can tell me… I promise I won't run off and tell everyone." Elisabeth sighed, giving in.
"Oh, fine. But I wasn't really thinking. I was kind of just… well, wondering," she said truthfully.
"Wondering…" Trish urged, folding her hands in her lap.
"Well, I was kind of wondering – since he's back and all – what is Shawn Michaels like?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the heat flooding her cheeks already. She just prayed that she didn't make *too* much of an ass of herself.
"Well, I personally think that he is awesome… the sweetest guy you will ever meet. He's had a rough year though, he just finalized his divorce, and his wife isn't exactly willing to let him see his son as much as he'd like to," Trish explained, frowning. It really was such a shame that something like that happened to Shawn, because he really didn't deserve it. He had done so much work to turn himself around and become a better person, and in the end it didn't do him any good.
"Oh… wow, that's awful," Elisabeth replied sympathetically. Seeing the pain in Elisabeth's emerald eyes made Trish's lips turn up in a grin. Her eyes lit up suddenly as she got a grasp on just why Elisabeth was so deep in thought a moment earlier.
"Don't tell me you've got a crush on him already," she said in a hushed tone, her eyes widening in mock surprise. Elisabeth's head darted her way, and she shook her head furiously.
"No, I don't! I mean, I… I'm not… I…" she stammered, cursing herself as she felt her cheeks redden again. Stop acting like such an idiot! Trish was quite amused by the scene, but she didn't want her friend to have a heart attack, so she stood up from where she was sitting, heading over and sitting down next to her. She placed a hand on her forearm gently.
"I'm not going to tell him or anything, calm down," she insisted, laughing quietly. "Now, tell me why you like him so much all of a sudden. And don't pretend you don't, because I know better. I saw the look in your eyes while you were thinking about him." Elisabeth kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, not looking at the blonde haired woman for a minute.
"I… I don't know what it is. He came up to me in the arena the other night and he talked to me, and ever since then I've been thinking about him nonstop. It's crazy, he talked to me for five minutes – not even – and I'm like in love with him over it. There's something wrong with me," she said, turning to meet Trish's gaze. Still smiling, Trish shook her head.
"You're not crazy… you're Canadian. *And*, you're a woman. It's a curse I tell ya," she said jokingly, trying her best to lighten up the atmosphere surrounding them. It seemed to work, as Elisabeth laughed a little and loosened up a bit.
"Maybe so, but still, what am I supposed to do about it? It's driving me crazy that I can't get him out of my head," she admitted.
Trish shrugged, "I don't know… I think you should talk to him. He already introduced himself to you, so he must not hate you."
"Gee, that's reassuring," Elisabeth replied, running a finger through her strawberry blonde hair. Trish laughed, patting her on the shoulder.
"Sorry, I'm trying. Seriously though Lis, just talk to him. It'll help you get to know him better, and who knows what could happen after that?" she suggested.
"And what exactly am I supposed to say Trish? It's not like I can walk up to him and say, 'Hey, ever since you introduced yourself to me, I've been thinking about you nonstop, let's chat.' He'll think I'm some creepy stalker," she said. Trish giggled, wondering when in hell this girl was going to get some balls.
"He won't think you're a stalker, trust me. You have to talk to him if you even want a *chance* of anything happening. He's not going to throw himself into your arms unless you open them first," she said, checking her watch. As she realized that she promised Jay Reso she would meet him almost ten minutes ago, she stood and headed to the door.
"Okay," Elisabeth said finally, nodding at her. Seeing the unconfident look on Elisabeth's face, Trish shook her head, calling back to her as she walked out the door…
"Talk to him Elisabeth… if you don't, *I* will."
LATER THAT AFTERNOONPaul Levesque sat in Shawn Michael's locker room, waiting for him to arrive. It had been way too long since he'd seen his old buddy. It would be good to have someone like him around again… give him someone to talk to. People in the WWE had become increasingly jealous of Paul over the past year – jealous of his Championship, jealous of his relationship with Stephanie, and jealous over the fact that he was better than everyone else at keeping himself on the top. Needless to say, the fact that he had been handed the World Heavyweight Championship without even having some kind of match or feud ticked a lot of people off, so he hadn't exactly been making many friends in the locker room. Just then, the door open, and Shawn appeared in the frame. He sent Paul a semi confused look as he stepped into the room.
"This *is* my locker room isn't it?" he asked, stepping out and looking on the door. Sure enough, a plate with his name on it was tacked onto the door.
"Of course it is, I just thought I'd get here and say hey. It's been awhile… how have ya been?" Paul said, grinning at him. A small smile spread across Shawn's face. Paul was right – it *had* been awhile. He hadn't spoken to him in over a year, so he wasn't quite sure why he was playing so buddy buddy.
"I, uh… I've been better," Shawn stated plainly, tossing his bag to the floor. He wasn't going to pretend like everything was okay. The reason he decided to come back to WWE in the first place was to make him feel a little bit better about the current situations in his life.
"Yeah, I… sorry about that," Paul said uncomfortably. He never was good at that sympathy bit. After that, there was a very awkward silence. Shawn headed to the back of the room, saying nothing. He paced back and forth for a minute, eyeing Levesque curiously for a moment, when a thought popped into his head.
"Hey, while you're here… I need to ask you something," he said suddenly. Paul looked up at him.
"What is it?"
"Do you know the girl that hangs out with Jericho and Christian? Her name's Elisabeth, if I remember right," he said, hoping that maybe Paul would have some kind of information about this mysterious young woman.
"I know *of* her," Paul replied. "But that's about it. We don't talk or anything. She's friends with Jerky and Reso… I don't exactly admire her choice of friends, so I stay away." Shawn rolled his eyes… Paul was so judgmental sometimes.
"Well, never mind then," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he headed to the door. Paul raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Why do you want to know about her all of a sudden?" he asked. Shawn simply shrugged again, pushing the door open.
"I don't know… just curious I guess," he said pointedly, heading out the door without even bothering to say goodbye. As he headed down the hall, he wondered where and when he would see that young woman again. He wished that Paul could have told him more about her…
But since he hadn't, he'd just have to find out on his own.
Wow, it's been almost a month since I updated this!! I'm so sorry about that guys!! Hope you like this chapter!!