"Chris, do you think people buy our romance?"
"Sure, I mean, I think they do," he said.
"But I mean, you look at all the great couples that have graced the screen, do you think we even compare?"
"Like who?"
"Well, like Matt and Lita, or you know, Hunter and Stephanie," Trish said, raising an eyebrow.
"You want to be more like them?"
"Well, I just want to be convincing. Like Hunter and Stephanie, they were oh so convincing. They were together weren't they?"
"Um...no, I was with Stephanie."
"Oh yeah, that's right, sometimes I forget because they were so convincing playing the married couple. It's really too bad that you and Stephanie never got to play married on WWE television."
"I don't think it really matters," he shrugged.
Trish smiled coyly, "We need to be like they were, don't you think?"
"Ok," he said hesitantly, not sure where she was going with this.
"Great, I think that we should have a little wedding or something, just for show of course."
Chris looked at her surprised by her proposition, "A wedding? Like get married?"
"Yeah, you know solidify our partnership."
"But we don't even know how long this partnership will last."
"Well, then ask your wife silly."
"Ok."
"Go on then," she smiled.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Chris walked off and Trish smirked as she watched him disappear down the hallway. This was only the first part of the plan. She'd get to marry Chris on television, staking her claim a little more into him. Once he was around her so much, he was bound to, slip, so to speak. And when he did, she'd be there to claim him. And maybe she'd embellish the past a little for Stephanie's benefit.
Chris walked confusedly down the hallway. Trish had the craziest ideas. She was so totally into this feud. Maybe a little too much so. Didn't she realize that this was all for show? He was starting to worry about her intentions. Truth be told, this wasn't the first time he felt this vibe from her. About a year after Stephanie's alleged death, Trish had come at him pretty strong, but he was still mourning Stephanie, and didn't even think about looking at another woman.
He walked into Stephanie's office for the evening, where she was talking with her father about something. He sat down on the couch, waiting for them to finish, vaguely wondering where Regan was. Most likely with Kurt, like she always was. He saw Stephanie finish up with her father and walked over to them.
"Chris, hello," Vince said to him.
"Hey Vince, Stephy, Trish wanted me to ask you something."
"Go ahead," she said, leaning back in her chair and looking up at him.
"Well, she thinks that we should get married."
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Well, she said if we're going for a long-term partnership we should get married," Chris shrugged for what seemed the fiftieth time that day.
"Um, what would be the point of that?"
"You're asking me if I know?"
"Daddy, what do you think of this?" Stephanie asked, turning to her father.
"Well, it's interesting, I'll give it that, except, what about you two?"
"What about us Daddy?"
"Well, after this baby is born, did you want to get back on television, I mean, I know that you don't really remember being an on-camera persona, but you could ease into the role."
"I don't know, if I did, who said I'd have to come back with Chris."
"That's true. Well, we don't have any long-term plans set up for Trish or for you Chris, I'll have to think about this some more."
"Ok, that's cool," Chris said, "Whatever you decide, I'll do. Isn't that how it goes around here?"
"Yeah, but you're part of the McMahon family, we can award you a few special benefits," Vince told him on the sly.
"You're just now telling me," Chris joked.
"Hey, didn't want you to get too cocky knowing you're above everyone else," Vince laughed, then leaving the office.
"So what do you think about this?" Chris said, sitting on Stephanie's desk, facing her.
"I don't know what to think really."
"Oh come on, the great Stephanie McMahon rendered clueless, be still my beating heart," Chris said dramatically.
Stephanie rested both hands on her stomach, "I guess it could work, but Chris, I have a bad feeling about Trish."
"You aren't the only one sweetheart."
"You get it too."
"I don't know really, I think she just really likes me or something. She's a little too into the storyline for my liking," Chris told her.
"Yeah, maybe she just has a little crush, and we can't fault her for that can we?" Stephanie said.
"Nope, because when you've got a fine specimen like me, the ladies are sure to come a-runnin."
"Uh huh," Stephanie said, not impressed.
"Hey, I got you didn't I?" he said, leaning over to kiss her tenderly.
"That's because you were lucky."
"Sure Stephy, sure."
"I just don't get what a wedding would do. I mean, does she think it'll bring in ratings or something?"
"Possibly, Trish thinks she's hot stuff, she did when you were gone, it was like she was the Queen bee or something," he said.
"Well, I'm back now, and we all know I'm the dominant female around here," she scoffed.
"Actually sweetheart, I think there's one girl who kind of rules the roost around here, sorry to burst your bubble."
"Oh really? And just who is this girl, because I bet that I'm better than her in every way."
"Your daughter."
"Oh, ok, well, maybe you're right," Stephanie laughed.
"But besides her, you're the best," he winked in her direction.
"Well, thank you," she said, smiling demurely.
"Always a pleasure."
"So, did you want to go tell Little Miss Precious Trish that she might get her wedding after all? God, I cannot believe I just said that?"
"Why not?"
"You marrying Trish, oh, it's just too funny to believe."
"Hey! Why is that so funny?" he asked.
"Well, one, I don't know how to tell you this, really, you see, this may come as a complete shock to you. We're married."
"No," he gasped, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm afraid I'm not, and get this, we have two kids."
"Two! Wow."
She laughed, "Go on, tell that wench that she's probably getting her little debacle. And go get our daughter."
"Done and done, just one thing before I leave?"
"What? A kiss?"
"No, but that would be nice," he said, standing up then leaning down to kiss her.
"Then what?"
"Where is our daughter?"
"With Rob," she answered.
"Ok, see you in a while."
Chris left the room in search of Trish. He didn't know if this whole wedding storyline would work. There hadn't been a wedding in a couple years on television. He believed the last one had been that disaster with Dawn Marie and Torrie's father. Man, that had turned out badly.
And now this thing with Trish. He didn't know what the girl was up to, but he wanted to find out. She seemed so fake when she talked to him, and especially when she talked to Stephanie. If only he could get out of this storyline, but no, what was good for the business, had to be good for him.
He knocked on her door, "Come in."
Chris walked into the room and caught Trish in nothing but a towel, obviously taking a shower after the tag match he had had with her earlier. She turned around and smiled brightly when she saw him. Chris gave her a strained smile.
"Chris, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I talked to Stephanie and Vince, and they're up for a wedding thing, it's not set in stone yet or anything, but it seems like it might happen."
Trish couldn't believe her plan had actually worked. She was getting the storyline. God, this family was more naïve than she could've imagined. They all thought she was just trying to improve the storylines. No, she was trying to improve her life.
"That's great," she said happily.
"Yeah, sure, I guess."
"Now Chris," she said, walking closer to him, "You don't want the storyline?"
"I just don't really see the point."
"Well, it'll be good for everyone to see a nice couple in the company, we have so few of those you know," she said, her voice deepening just a bit.
Chris peered at her strangely, "Yeah, but a wedding, you sure that's the way to go?"
"Oh, I'm sure," she said, pulling even closer to him.
Chris backed away a bit, "Um, I think I should get out of here, I'm supposed to be looking for Regan."
"That can wait," she said, dropping her towel.
Chris's eyes widened, then turned angry, "Trish, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Towel slipped," she said innocently.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm getting out of here," he said disgusted by her behavior.
"Chris, I'll let you have whatever you want, and it'll be our little secret," she whispered, pulling up right behind him.
He turned around, "You know what Trish, not for all the money in the world."
"Don't you find me attractive Chris?" she said, reaching for his hand, which he pulled away quickly.
"No."
With that, he made his escape. He couldn't believe that had just happened. Trish had blatantly come on to him, going so far as to walk around naked, offering herself up to him. He quickly made his way to RVD's locker room to pick up Regan, before heading back to Stephanie's office, where he walked inside.
"Hey, there's my baby," Stephanie said, holding her arms open to Regan.
"Mama," Regan cried, running over to her and letting Stephanie pick her up.
"Did you have fun with Rob?"
"Yup, we watched Kurt wrestle at the gowilla with Gampa," she said happily.
"Ooh, sounds like fun," Stephanie said enthusiastically, then she turned to Chris, "Chris, you ok, you look weird."
"Something weird just happened."
"What?"
"I don't think this is something we should discuss here. Can we talk about it later?"
"Absolutely."
"Sure, I mean, I think they do," he said.
"But I mean, you look at all the great couples that have graced the screen, do you think we even compare?"
"Like who?"
"Well, like Matt and Lita, or you know, Hunter and Stephanie," Trish said, raising an eyebrow.
"You want to be more like them?"
"Well, I just want to be convincing. Like Hunter and Stephanie, they were oh so convincing. They were together weren't they?"
"Um...no, I was with Stephanie."
"Oh yeah, that's right, sometimes I forget because they were so convincing playing the married couple. It's really too bad that you and Stephanie never got to play married on WWE television."
"I don't think it really matters," he shrugged.
Trish smiled coyly, "We need to be like they were, don't you think?"
"Ok," he said hesitantly, not sure where she was going with this.
"Great, I think that we should have a little wedding or something, just for show of course."
Chris looked at her surprised by her proposition, "A wedding? Like get married?"
"Yeah, you know solidify our partnership."
"But we don't even know how long this partnership will last."
"Well, then ask your wife silly."
"Ok."
"Go on then," she smiled.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Chris walked off and Trish smirked as she watched him disappear down the hallway. This was only the first part of the plan. She'd get to marry Chris on television, staking her claim a little more into him. Once he was around her so much, he was bound to, slip, so to speak. And when he did, she'd be there to claim him. And maybe she'd embellish the past a little for Stephanie's benefit.
Chris walked confusedly down the hallway. Trish had the craziest ideas. She was so totally into this feud. Maybe a little too much so. Didn't she realize that this was all for show? He was starting to worry about her intentions. Truth be told, this wasn't the first time he felt this vibe from her. About a year after Stephanie's alleged death, Trish had come at him pretty strong, but he was still mourning Stephanie, and didn't even think about looking at another woman.
He walked into Stephanie's office for the evening, where she was talking with her father about something. He sat down on the couch, waiting for them to finish, vaguely wondering where Regan was. Most likely with Kurt, like she always was. He saw Stephanie finish up with her father and walked over to them.
"Chris, hello," Vince said to him.
"Hey Vince, Stephy, Trish wanted me to ask you something."
"Go ahead," she said, leaning back in her chair and looking up at him.
"Well, she thinks that we should get married."
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Well, she said if we're going for a long-term partnership we should get married," Chris shrugged for what seemed the fiftieth time that day.
"Um, what would be the point of that?"
"You're asking me if I know?"
"Daddy, what do you think of this?" Stephanie asked, turning to her father.
"Well, it's interesting, I'll give it that, except, what about you two?"
"What about us Daddy?"
"Well, after this baby is born, did you want to get back on television, I mean, I know that you don't really remember being an on-camera persona, but you could ease into the role."
"I don't know, if I did, who said I'd have to come back with Chris."
"That's true. Well, we don't have any long-term plans set up for Trish or for you Chris, I'll have to think about this some more."
"Ok, that's cool," Chris said, "Whatever you decide, I'll do. Isn't that how it goes around here?"
"Yeah, but you're part of the McMahon family, we can award you a few special benefits," Vince told him on the sly.
"You're just now telling me," Chris joked.
"Hey, didn't want you to get too cocky knowing you're above everyone else," Vince laughed, then leaving the office.
"So what do you think about this?" Chris said, sitting on Stephanie's desk, facing her.
"I don't know what to think really."
"Oh come on, the great Stephanie McMahon rendered clueless, be still my beating heart," Chris said dramatically.
Stephanie rested both hands on her stomach, "I guess it could work, but Chris, I have a bad feeling about Trish."
"You aren't the only one sweetheart."
"You get it too."
"I don't know really, I think she just really likes me or something. She's a little too into the storyline for my liking," Chris told her.
"Yeah, maybe she just has a little crush, and we can't fault her for that can we?" Stephanie said.
"Nope, because when you've got a fine specimen like me, the ladies are sure to come a-runnin."
"Uh huh," Stephanie said, not impressed.
"Hey, I got you didn't I?" he said, leaning over to kiss her tenderly.
"That's because you were lucky."
"Sure Stephy, sure."
"I just don't get what a wedding would do. I mean, does she think it'll bring in ratings or something?"
"Possibly, Trish thinks she's hot stuff, she did when you were gone, it was like she was the Queen bee or something," he said.
"Well, I'm back now, and we all know I'm the dominant female around here," she scoffed.
"Actually sweetheart, I think there's one girl who kind of rules the roost around here, sorry to burst your bubble."
"Oh really? And just who is this girl, because I bet that I'm better than her in every way."
"Your daughter."
"Oh, ok, well, maybe you're right," Stephanie laughed.
"But besides her, you're the best," he winked in her direction.
"Well, thank you," she said, smiling demurely.
"Always a pleasure."
"So, did you want to go tell Little Miss Precious Trish that she might get her wedding after all? God, I cannot believe I just said that?"
"Why not?"
"You marrying Trish, oh, it's just too funny to believe."
"Hey! Why is that so funny?" he asked.
"Well, one, I don't know how to tell you this, really, you see, this may come as a complete shock to you. We're married."
"No," he gasped, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm afraid I'm not, and get this, we have two kids."
"Two! Wow."
She laughed, "Go on, tell that wench that she's probably getting her little debacle. And go get our daughter."
"Done and done, just one thing before I leave?"
"What? A kiss?"
"No, but that would be nice," he said, standing up then leaning down to kiss her.
"Then what?"
"Where is our daughter?"
"With Rob," she answered.
"Ok, see you in a while."
Chris left the room in search of Trish. He didn't know if this whole wedding storyline would work. There hadn't been a wedding in a couple years on television. He believed the last one had been that disaster with Dawn Marie and Torrie's father. Man, that had turned out badly.
And now this thing with Trish. He didn't know what the girl was up to, but he wanted to find out. She seemed so fake when she talked to him, and especially when she talked to Stephanie. If only he could get out of this storyline, but no, what was good for the business, had to be good for him.
He knocked on her door, "Come in."
Chris walked into the room and caught Trish in nothing but a towel, obviously taking a shower after the tag match he had had with her earlier. She turned around and smiled brightly when she saw him. Chris gave her a strained smile.
"Chris, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I talked to Stephanie and Vince, and they're up for a wedding thing, it's not set in stone yet or anything, but it seems like it might happen."
Trish couldn't believe her plan had actually worked. She was getting the storyline. God, this family was more naïve than she could've imagined. They all thought she was just trying to improve the storylines. No, she was trying to improve her life.
"That's great," she said happily.
"Yeah, sure, I guess."
"Now Chris," she said, walking closer to him, "You don't want the storyline?"
"I just don't really see the point."
"Well, it'll be good for everyone to see a nice couple in the company, we have so few of those you know," she said, her voice deepening just a bit.
Chris peered at her strangely, "Yeah, but a wedding, you sure that's the way to go?"
"Oh, I'm sure," she said, pulling even closer to him.
Chris backed away a bit, "Um, I think I should get out of here, I'm supposed to be looking for Regan."
"That can wait," she said, dropping her towel.
Chris's eyes widened, then turned angry, "Trish, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Towel slipped," she said innocently.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm getting out of here," he said disgusted by her behavior.
"Chris, I'll let you have whatever you want, and it'll be our little secret," she whispered, pulling up right behind him.
He turned around, "You know what Trish, not for all the money in the world."
"Don't you find me attractive Chris?" she said, reaching for his hand, which he pulled away quickly.
"No."
With that, he made his escape. He couldn't believe that had just happened. Trish had blatantly come on to him, going so far as to walk around naked, offering herself up to him. He quickly made his way to RVD's locker room to pick up Regan, before heading back to Stephanie's office, where he walked inside.
"Hey, there's my baby," Stephanie said, holding her arms open to Regan.
"Mama," Regan cried, running over to her and letting Stephanie pick her up.
"Did you have fun with Rob?"
"Yup, we watched Kurt wrestle at the gowilla with Gampa," she said happily.
"Ooh, sounds like fun," Stephanie said enthusiastically, then she turned to Chris, "Chris, you ok, you look weird."
"Something weird just happened."
"What?"
"I don't think this is something we should discuss here. Can we talk about it later?"
"Absolutely."