To Destroy the Monarchy
Chapter 1
The redheaded Diva stared at her friend, her face frozen momentarily in shock. "So what you're saying is that Stephanie McMahon is plotting to bring the WWE down?" the woman in front of her nodded solemnly. Lita let out a long sigh, "And you're gonna help her do it," she added as more of a statement than a question. She narrowed her eyes at the former Women's Champion. "This will ruin your career."
"Well, I'll have a career in the wrestling business that takes place of this one after Stephanie is done with her plan," was the simple response. "And I don't really have a career here. No one takes our belt seriously, least of all Eric Bischoff. If Stephanie's plan doesn't work, I don't really have much to come back to."
"Trish…" Lita attempted to say something to sway her friend, but was interrupted.
"Li, you don't seem to understand this. Back when I first came here, Vince McMahon forced me to act as his little whore in order to get the job. I've seen what he's done to everyone on Smackdown. I've watched every time he's screwed someone over. All he cares about is that no one stands up against him and that everything he wants comes true. He's a fucking tyrant! I can't just stand here and let all I've worked for be on the line depending on that old bastard's mood. I'm tired of Vince, and I'm tired of Eric Bischoff. Aren't you? This would be a chance to totally shove everything that they've done in their faces!"
"I understand that," Lita sat down on a bench in the locker room, sighing heavily. "I was friends with Stephanie at one point, and I know she's a great girl and an awesome GM. I don't doubt her. But I'm not ready to give up my career if this doesn't work! I worked so hard for this, I'm not gonna give it up just because I've hit a bit of a rough spot!"
Trish's temper flared at that instant. "Like I didn't work hard for this?!" her eyes flashed angrily. "You say you've got faith in her, but if you really did you'd think without a doubt that Stephanie could get this done. You were always the one saying that you'd love to kick Bischoff where it hurts and get him fired, but now that you have this chance you're backing down! I thought you were the 'Queen of Extreme' but apparently it's just hype," Trish added icily, turning on her heel. She didn't bother to stop to listen to whatever Lita would say next. 'She just doesn't understand that this could be the chance to get exactly what we thought we would be working for—a fair company. We can kill exactly what has been trying to kill us!' Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair, hurriedly exiting the Women's locker room. She was stopped by a hand on her arm.
Not surprisingly, it was Lita. "Trish…"
"Yeah?"
"Just… I need to think about it, okay?" Lita said, her face hopeful. Smiling, Trish nodded.
"Okay… But Li? Don't tell a soul about this, at all. Even if they prompt you to start talking about it don't."
"No problem," Lita responded. She threw a towel over her shoulder and headed into the shower area of the locker room. Trish continued on her way out, a successful smile on her face.
As the blonde bombshell stepped out of the locker room, she was nearly run-over by the one and only Shawn Michaels, dashing down the hall. He grasped her by the forearms to prevent her fall.
"Hey, I'm sorry Trish," he was out of breath, looking hurriedly over his shoulder. "Wish I could stay and chat but I have to go… If I stay here any longer, Cameron will catch me."
Trish shook her head. "Playing tag with your son again? Sometimes I worry about your health, old man."
"Hey!" Shawn said indignantly. "I'm not old!"
Trish only cocked an eyebrow and shook her head. "Uh-huh… Well, anyway, I've really got to talk to you about something."
Shawn peered over her shoulder intently. "How long will it take?"
"More time then you have," she replied.
"How about you stop in at my locker room after the first half of the show?" Shawn prompted. He was now bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
"Okay… I'll see you then!" with a wave, Trish began to walk away.
Shawn caught up to her, and sighed curiously. "Okay, you have me hooked. Just throw me a little bait. What's this all about? Why is it so important?"
"Oh, it's nothing really," Trish said off-handedly. "Just plotting the demise of the WWE," she continued walking, leaving a slack-jawed Heartbreak Kid in her wake.
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