AUTHORS NOTES:: aha, i still dont own anything--short chapter this time, sorry guys for making you wait tho! keep those reviews comin!
Trish walked up to Dawn's locker room. She genuinely hated her now. That bitch acted like her friend, and now she was coming between her and John! She grinded her teeth at the thought of John looking at her, and walked right in.
"What the hell!" Trish yelled.
"Woah, chill Trishie...what's wrong?" Dawn asked, playing dumb.
"Don't act dumb Dawn, we both know that I'm better at it...because I can act. You on the other hand ARE your character...you're a slut in real life AND on air."Trish said.
"Oh come on Trishie, you've been with every guy on the roster almost...the Rock, Test, Albert, Kurt Angle, Jeff Hardy, Jericho, Show, Bubba Ray, Christian, Vince...am I forgetting anyone?" Dawn asked stepping forward a bit.
Trish stared her down. "You know, if it weren't for dirt like you, us divas wouldn't have such a bad rep with the guys."
"You know Trish, if it weren't for your implants, you would be nothing!" Dawn said, laughing.
"Shut up, you've got 'em too...and I've got the face, and the moves. I talk the talk, and I walk the walk!" Trish said, cockily.
"Atleast my boyfriend isn't checking out 'dirt' like me" Dawn screamed back.
"Fuck you!"
"Oh, I'm sure John would!" Dawn yelled.
That was the last straw. Trish punched her right in the face.
"You bitch! I've got a bikini contest to win!" Dawn yelled as she jumped at Trish.
"Good luck with that one, you're only going up against Torrie, Miss Playboy covergirl!" Trish said, scratching back at Dawn.
Dawn started pounding away at Trish's face. Trish pushed her off and slapped her right across the face. Dawn whimpered a bit, and a backstage hand knocked on the door.
"Dawn? You're up next!" He said peeking his head in the door.
"Guess you should get over to make up...they're really gonna freak over that fat lip." Trish said, walking out of the room.
When Trish got back to her locker room, she noticed that John's bag was on the couch and the shower was running.
John walked out in a towel and walked towards Trish. Trish walked towards him and kissed him passionately. John grinned because he knew he wouldn't be sleeping on the couch after all.
"Trish, let me get dressed so we can get out of here, alright?" John said, pulling away.
"Mmm...alright...but we gotta continue where we left off." Trish said.
"Damn straight we're gonna continue!" John laughed.
"Just don't keep me up too late tonight, we gotta catch a flight with Shane tomorrow at 3." Trish said.
-- there guys.:.chapter 10.:.hope you liked it.:.i'll be updating my other stories soon hopefully.:.i got another idea for a fic too :)