PART TWO
A MONTH LATER
Trish scowled as she made her way through the backstage area of the arena. She was having a miserable day. First, she had woken up late, had to race to the airport, and damn near missed her flight. Then, when she was in the ring practicing with Fit Finlay earlier, she screwed up a Stratusfaction – her signature move at that – and landed outside the ring on her knee. She put ice on it, but it didn't completely relieve the pain. On top of the that, she was in a bitchy mood because – as Stephanie McMahon would put it – she was getting a visit from her Aunt Flo. Needless to say, she wasn't in the brightest of moods. She found the door to the women's locker room and went inside, not bothering to shut the door behind her. She plopped down on the couch, heaving a huge sigh of exhaustion. She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes as she placed her hand over her face. She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on… great, that was just what she needed.
"Hey kid, you okay?"
Trish looked up as she heard a voice calling to her, her eyes meeting the green ones of Rob Van Dam. He was standing out in the hall, poking his head in the doorway. Trish sent him a tired half smile.
"I'm not really having a very good day, but yeah, I'm okay. Why did you ask?" she replied, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Rob shrugged, sending her a grin.
"You looked upset, and you know me… I have to keep a close watch on my girls," he told her. For the first time all day, Trish's face broke into a full grin. She thought it was very funny how Rob could be the most laid back person in the world around his guy friends, but around his female friends he was the most panicky, concerned, sometimes *annoying* person in the world.
"Aw, I'm one of your girls? Should I feel honored?" she asked.
"Of course you should… there are only a few select women who I consider important enough to look out for. You're on a very prestigious list Trish," he answered, winking at her.
Trish laughed quietly, "Wow, thanks Robbie." Rob nodded, standing silently in the doorway for a moment before speaking.
"So, are you going to come out with me and everyone else tonight?" he asked hopefully. Trish hesitated for a minute, and then she slowly shook her head.
"I don't think so Rob," she replied.
"Oh, but why?" he asked disappointedly. "You *have* to come with us Trish." Her rbows raising, the Canadian diva sent Rob a questioning look.
"Oh really, I *have* to? Why should I listen to you?" she challenged, grinning at him playfully.
"Because you love me?" Rob suggested. Trish shook her head.
"Try again."
Rob grinned widely, knowing full well that he had something – rather, someone – that would definitely make Trish change her mind about going out with everyone that night.
"Okay, I'll try again. How about this… there's a certain redhead coming out to see me later tonight, and I can guarantee that *she* will be out with us tonight," he told her. Trish's eyes widened as she realized who it was that Rob was referring to.
"Lita's coming?!" she asked eagerly, excitement and hopefulness obvious in her tone.
Rob nodded proudly, "Is that reason enough?" Nodding enthusiastically, Trish's grin widened even more.
"Yes!" she cried happily.
She hadn't seen Lita in over two months. It would be awesome to get to see her again, especially since – with the exception of Stacy Keibler – Lita was her best friend on Raw. The redhead had stopped doing commentary for Sunday Night Heat so that she could get back in the ring and start training for her comeback from her very serious neck injury. She hadn't planned on even visiting until she was ready to make her return, but slightly before she left, RVD had asked her out. The two of them had always been good friends, dating back to their days in ECW, so when Lita and Matt Hardy broke up, it just seemed right. Rob was there for her through the duration of the breakup, and soon enough after Lita was ready to be in a relationship again, they were together.
"So Robbie," Trish spoke suddenly, eyeing Rob with a twinkle in her eyes, "are you excited to see your girlfriend?" Rob leaned against the frame of the door casually, and Trish saw what she swore to be a blush on his cheeks. Then, he laughed, his color returning back to normal.
"Of course… definitely dude," he said after a moment of hesitation, causing Trish to laugh.
"You're too much *dude*," she replied, shaking her head. "You…"
"ROB!" Rob's head snapped in the direction of the loud voice, and he laughed when he saw Eric Bischoff storming towards him. "In my office, NOW!"
"Oh shit, I'm in trouble. I have to go Trish, but I'll see you tonight," he said, shaking his head. Trish's eyes widened slightly… she could only imagine what it was Rob had done this time. "I swear, you lock one person in the storage closet and they're ready to hang you!" As he waved goodbye, Trish's jaw dropped.
"Rob!" she gasped. "You're so bad… but wait, why would Bischoff care if you locked someone in a closet?" Before he walked away, Rob stuck his head in the door one more time, smiling at her…
"Because it was him."
LATER THAT NIGHTTrish and Lita cracked up as they grinded up against each other on the dance floor. Both of them glanced over at the bar where their friends were sitting… Rob, Bubba and D'Von Dudley, Tommy Dreamer, Stacy Keibler, and Ivory all came out that night. Also sitting with them was Christian and Chris Jericho, who, contrary to popular belief, were not as big of assholes as they made themselves out to be. In fact, once you got them away from the cameras, they were pretty cool guys. As they continued to glance over, they laughed as they noticed the… amused… look on all the guys' faces at the way they were dancing. Once the song finished up, they decided to take a break, so they headed back over to the bar, where everyone was seated.
"Hey," Lita said as she approached Rob, pressing her lips to his.
"Hey babe," he replied, wrapping his arm around her waist as she stood next to him.
Both of them laughed as Trish stumbled while making her way up to them. She had definitely had a little too much to drink that night… talk about drinking your troubles away. The couple watched as she snatched Jericho's drink out of his hand just as he was about to take a sip of it, guzzling it down in seconds. Giggling and winking at him, she placed the now empty cup on the bar, nearly falling as she leaned forward. Jericho grabbed her arm and propped her up, preventing her from falling.
"Woah, I think you've had enough for tonight kiddo," he said to her, still holding fast to her arm.
"Yeah," Lita agreed, no longer laughing. "Maybe you should head back to the hotel." Rob shook his head.
"She's not going anywhere unless someone's going to take her," he said protectively. Trish nodded… she may have been a little on the drunk side, but she still had enough control over her mind to know that she was in no condition to drive herself back to the hotel.
"I can take her," Stacy spoke up from behind Chris. "I was going to head back pretty soon anyway."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Chris asked quickly. He didn't want Stacy to leave… not only did he really enjoy hanging out with her, he didn't want her to have to go back that bastard boyfriend of hers, Test.
"No, that's okay," Stacy insisted. "Thanks though. Come on Trish, let's go." Trish nodded, letting go of Jericho and waving goodbye.
"Call me tomorrow Li," she called, to which Lita nodded. Stacy turned back, sending Chris one last smile before leading Trish to the door. Once they neared the exit, Stacy stopped, grabbing Trish by the arm.
"Hey, I just need to run to the bathroom really quick before we leave," she shouted over the blaring music, gesturing to the restroom in the corner of the club.
Trish nodded, "Okay, I'll just wait outside for you."
With that, Stacy turned and rushed into the bathroom while Trish walked out the door. Once she stepped outside, she took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, thankful to no longer be breathing in the smoke that contaminated the interior of the club.
"Trish Stratus…"
Trish turned upon hearing her name, noticing a man approaching her. He had dark, jet black hair, he was about 6'2", and he looked to be about late twenties or even early thirties. Trish had never seen the man before in her life.
"Excuse me?" she asked, confused. "Do I know you?" She was feeling slightly embarrassed, like she should know who this person was, but didn't.
"No," the man said, stepping closer to her. "But you can by the end of the night." Trish's eyes narrowed in disgust. She was right, she didn't know him… he was just some strange pervert who thought he could pick her up.
"Actually, I'd rather not," she said pointedly.
She moved to step past him, but the man sealed off the distance between them, gripping her forearms and pushing her against the wall.
"I didn't ask you if you wanted to," he said, his voice low. "Let me rephrase… by the end of the night you *will* know me."
"Get the hell off of me!" she cried angrily, struggling to break free of his grasp.
Trish suddenly got scared, her eyes darting around for any signs of Stacy, or anyone else for that matter. The more she fought, the tighter his grip became. She desperately fought to get away from the strange man, but to no avail. He was much stronger than her, and no matter how hard she fought, he kept her pinned to the wall.
"Don't fight so much Trish… it's be much better for both of us if you don't," he said.
Trish looked up at him, meeting his fierce brown eyes. She wanted so badly to look angry – she didn't want to show him any signs of fear – but she couldn't help it. This guy was obviously planning on doing something to her, and she was becoming more and more terrified by the moment. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the man placed his hand on her hip, praying for Stacy to get her ass outside. She braced herself for the worst, until she heard the man let out a pained groan and watched him drop to the ground. Somebody must have hit him from behind. At the moment, Trish didn't care who it was, but she was considering planting a huge kiss on them for rescuing her from what could potentially have been a horrifying experience. She looked up to see who her savior was, and she gasped…
It was John Cena.
Hey guys!! Glad some of you liked the first part. I know that one was a little short, so I tried to make up for it this time! Hope you like it!