Title: Endless Love
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
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RAW, March 29, 2004
Trish pushed away from Christian, knowing the cameras had shut off and she charged down the hall and into his dressing room. She heard him calling after her, but she didn't want to hear it. Bursting through the door, the tears fell from her eyes, sleeking down her cheeks, her body shaking with the impending sobs she desperately held inside.
His face was burnt into the back of her mind. His jesting eyes, the slight coldness in his stare, the amusement and almost pleasure he received as he belittled her with such cruel words. Granted, she'd said some cruel words to him but there was no truth in them. Hell, anyone could see that in her eyes, even out there.
But she did it. She swallowed every nerve, every doubt and walked out there to demean and damage the man she loved, all because she loved him. The sexual connotations and innuendos he spat at her churned every tear inside. But she couldn't show that. She had to play the part and so she did.
The names, his words circled through her mind and just when she thought she had no more tears to shed, more tears came, poured from her reddened eyes. Trish couldn't stop the tears.
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Chris Jericho smiled as he walked down the corridor of the arena, back to his locker room. A cell phone to his ear, he laughed. "Yeah, I did what you told me. And I feel good."
The Rock laughed. "Told yah, you'd feel good. And wasn't I right. Helping to set your heart at ease."
"You were right," Jericho conceded with a sigh. "Would you like to hear it again?"
"Yes, please."
Chuckling, Jericho shook his head. "You were right, Rock. If she still loved me then when I started saying those things, she wouldn't have been angry. You were right. She was angry and then everything with Christian backstage. You were right."
"That's right." Rock said. "I thought I knew Trish, she just didn't seem like one to do this. But now, I believe it. I hate to say this, Chris, but she really looks the part."
Jericho pushed into his locker room, the smile no longer on his face. "I ... I know."
"Hey, hey hey." Rock said quickly. "Don't get down on yourself. You need to believe that everything you said is true. I mean, it would have to be. She admitted to your face that she's sleeping with Christian."
"But she was right." Chris said, softly. "About the real man thing. That a real man would've hobbled down that ramp to make sure that no one laid a finger on her."
"And if I recall correctly, wasn't it Jeff and Steiner restraining you at home the minute you saw everything. Granted you were far away and that's not your fault. It's not your fault you got hurt. And if Jeff and Steiner hadn't have been there you probably would have driven all the way to her and beaten the ever loving hell out of Christian."
"Yeah." He sighed. "But you wanna know the truth?"
"What's that?"
Chris shook his head, sitting down on the couch, his head tilted back onto the cushions as he lounged lazily. "When I saw what she did backstage, running to Christian's arms like that ... it hurt."
"It's gonna hurt." Rocky said, comfortingly. "But, it's probably for the best. She's got Christian now. She doesn't need you."
Those words hurt Chris, brought pangs to his already shattered heart. "Yeah, you're right. Look, I'm uh ... I'm gonna sit on those words for a while and just try to compose myself."
"Alright, man." Rock said. "Just remember, you gotta be strong. She doesn't need you now. And you don't need her."
"Ok," Chris answered, doing his best to keep his voice from shaking. "Thanks, man. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
Chris clicked the cell phone shut, tossing it onto the seat cushion beside him. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, relaxing into the couch. Rock was right. Trish didn't need him. She had Christian and she didn't need him anymore. Maybe if he would have listened to her. When she said she didn't need a knight and that she wasn't made of glass and could handle herself in the ring and didn't need to be babied.
Maybe if he'd have just done what he wanted to do from the start. Way back when, when he lay on the couch in his locker room, his knee elevated and she came to see him. Or in the hospital room a week later. He should have stopped dilly-dallying and just took her in his arms and kissed her. He shouldn't have been afraid to show her that. Friend be shitted, he didn't want to be her friend. And he should've just shown that. Should have just kissed her so passionately, she wouldn't know what to do.
She would have had no choice but to kiss him back. Like that time in December, when he'd practically attacked her in a fevered pitch of passion, pinning her against the lockers and ravaging her. Despite the words they'd exchanged that evening, despite their fight in that locker room, she didn't deny his kiss. Her hands, her mouth was just as eager.
So she broke away. That was fine. But he should have been persistent. And then when she was talking to him again, he should have let her know where he truly stood.
Chris clenched his teeth, slamming a fist onto the couch. Damn him. Christian, that slimy son of a bitch. Going to Trish like that and feeding her lies, coaxing her into believing that he wasn't a real man.
Shaking his head, Chris pushed off the couch. He just had to get away. Tossing his belongings into his duffel bag, he hoisted up the bag and walked down the hall. A briskness to his step, Chris turned some corners then slowed, his brow furrowed at the voice he recognized. That voice echoing down the hall. He couldn't hear her words, but he heard tears.
Turning one more corner, his eyes widened. Lita stood in the hall, Christian and Trish in front of her and the redhead was near tears. Trish stood tall, unwavering at Lita's assault.
Lita clenched her teeth, pointing an angry finger at the blonde woman. "And you ... you ..." she expelled a breath, her hand dropping to her side. "When I left this company because of that injury, I left and there were no problems. You and I were friends. I was still dating Matt, Jeff was by my side, Edge was a sweetheart."
Lita quickly wiped her eyes, her shoulders shaking with emotion. "And then I come back and Jeff is gone. Edge is gone. Matt leaves me, makes a fool outta me and just leaves me after so many years. And now you go and do something like this." Shaking her head, she pointed at Chris. "And of all the people I have left, it's him. HIM! Chris fucking Jericho. When I left ... he was an asshole!"
Chris blinked, controlling his emotions at the reminder of what he was and of everything he'd done.
Lita shook her head, frenzied with emotion. "I don't understand. I ... you left for ..." Licking her lips, she didn't even bother to wipe the new tears that poured from her eyes. "Do you know why I never wanted to talk about Christian, Trish?"
Trish kept her head high, neither instigating nor ignoring.
Lita expelled a shaky breath. "On all those occasions and you would ask me about Christian and I'd always brush it off as if nothing was wrong. Do you really know why I did that?" She pointed at the man she spoke of. "It was because I was still attracted to him!"
All eyes widened at that statement, Christian's breath catching in his throat and Trish had to hold in her gasp.
But Lita didn't notice, simply continued. "Yeah, Trish. That's why. I couldn't get him out of my head and I hated myself because of what he is. He's no better than Matt. And ... and you leave the man you claimed to love and ... and me for ... for him!"
Chris raced to Lita's side, wrapping his arms around the redhead as she collapsed with the emotions. "Easy, sweetie." He cooed, supporting her affectionately. "They're not worth it." Forcing the tears to stay back, he looked to Trish. "They're not worth it."
Leading her away quickly, he didn't even turn back to look at them. The sight of Christian holding Trish sickened him and he knew that they both needed to leave as quickly as possible.
Chris held open the car door for her, quickly hopping into the driver's seat. Lita still wasn't responsive, her head downcast, and eyes averted. Chris didn't ask, simply drove out of the garage and down the street.
The silence lingered hauntingly as he finally pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Helping her up the stairs and to her room, he opened the door for her. Still she didn't react to him and with a sigh, he walked into her room, easing the door closed.
Lita dropped her bag to the floor, walking to the window and drawing the shades, pulling them open and staring out into the blackness. With a depressed sigh, Chris walked up behind her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Lita bowed her head, her shoulders shaking slightly as the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She reached up, burying her face in her hands.
"Shhhh," Chris hushed, turning her and pulling her into his arms. "Shhh, sweetie." He cooed, hugging her tight and rubbing her back, trying to comfort his hurting friend and ignoring how much he was hurting.
She mumbled some inaudible syllables into his throat, tightening her arms around his neck.
"What was that sweetie?" He asked, softly.
Sniffling, Lita ducked slightly, her forehead pressed to his neck. "Why me, Chris? What ... what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, sweetie." Chris answered, deeply, his voice soothing. "There's nothing wrong with you. Christian and Trish played us for fools and there is nothing wrong with you. You hear me? Nothing."
Lita didn't respond for a few moments then slowly nodded. "There's nothing wrong with you either, Chris." She pushed back, looking up at him.
Chris closed his eyes, a tear slipping out the corner and Lita reached up, cupping his cheek and brushing away the drop. He let out a shaky sigh, his heart aching to almost unbearable levels. He thought he was dying.
"Chris?" Lita swallowed hard. "Chris, do you care about me?"
"You know I do, Red." Chris whispered. "I'm a changed man. Tr ... Trish changed me. I ... I want to apologize, for putting you in the walls all those years ago."
A soft smile tugged at Lita's lips. "All is forgiven."
Chris smiled too, warm and comforting. "That's good. Puts my heart at ease."
"Yeah," Lita breathed, her eyes locking on his for an intense moment. Leaning towards him, he leaned down just as hesitant. Their eyes focused, their position locked as the moment engulfed them.
Nervously sighing, Chris closed the distance, taking Lita's lips gently with his. The kiss lasting only a few seconds, he pulled back, looking down into her hazel eyes. Lita licked her lips, and Chris did the same, the two still looking at each other, their gaze never wavering.
Chris's arms wrapped around her waist, her arms around his neck as the two kissed again. This time, the kiss far deeper and more passionate.
*** Two for one. There you go; here're two chapters. I know they follow RAW but to be honest, I'm not sure if the others will. But you'll just have to read to find out. Now hmmmm, I wonder exactly what Chris and Lita are doing ... hmmmm .... hmmmmm, keep checking back and I'll be sure to tell you. *** PS: Reviews make me post faster.
Author: Crimson Coin Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG 15 and higher at some points.
Summery: The sequel to "Unstoppable". Will Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus's love truly be able to last?
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any of the affiliated wrestlers.
Timeline: From March 22, 2004 and all said dates.
Archiving: Ask me first.
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RAW, March 29, 2004
Trish pushed away from Christian, knowing the cameras had shut off and she charged down the hall and into his dressing room. She heard him calling after her, but she didn't want to hear it. Bursting through the door, the tears fell from her eyes, sleeking down her cheeks, her body shaking with the impending sobs she desperately held inside.
His face was burnt into the back of her mind. His jesting eyes, the slight coldness in his stare, the amusement and almost pleasure he received as he belittled her with such cruel words. Granted, she'd said some cruel words to him but there was no truth in them. Hell, anyone could see that in her eyes, even out there.
But she did it. She swallowed every nerve, every doubt and walked out there to demean and damage the man she loved, all because she loved him. The sexual connotations and innuendos he spat at her churned every tear inside. But she couldn't show that. She had to play the part and so she did.
The names, his words circled through her mind and just when she thought she had no more tears to shed, more tears came, poured from her reddened eyes. Trish couldn't stop the tears.
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Chris Jericho smiled as he walked down the corridor of the arena, back to his locker room. A cell phone to his ear, he laughed. "Yeah, I did what you told me. And I feel good."
The Rock laughed. "Told yah, you'd feel good. And wasn't I right. Helping to set your heart at ease."
"You were right," Jericho conceded with a sigh. "Would you like to hear it again?"
"Yes, please."
Chuckling, Jericho shook his head. "You were right, Rock. If she still loved me then when I started saying those things, she wouldn't have been angry. You were right. She was angry and then everything with Christian backstage. You were right."
"That's right." Rock said. "I thought I knew Trish, she just didn't seem like one to do this. But now, I believe it. I hate to say this, Chris, but she really looks the part."
Jericho pushed into his locker room, the smile no longer on his face. "I ... I know."
"Hey, hey hey." Rock said quickly. "Don't get down on yourself. You need to believe that everything you said is true. I mean, it would have to be. She admitted to your face that she's sleeping with Christian."
"But she was right." Chris said, softly. "About the real man thing. That a real man would've hobbled down that ramp to make sure that no one laid a finger on her."
"And if I recall correctly, wasn't it Jeff and Steiner restraining you at home the minute you saw everything. Granted you were far away and that's not your fault. It's not your fault you got hurt. And if Jeff and Steiner hadn't have been there you probably would have driven all the way to her and beaten the ever loving hell out of Christian."
"Yeah." He sighed. "But you wanna know the truth?"
"What's that?"
Chris shook his head, sitting down on the couch, his head tilted back onto the cushions as he lounged lazily. "When I saw what she did backstage, running to Christian's arms like that ... it hurt."
"It's gonna hurt." Rocky said, comfortingly. "But, it's probably for the best. She's got Christian now. She doesn't need you."
Those words hurt Chris, brought pangs to his already shattered heart. "Yeah, you're right. Look, I'm uh ... I'm gonna sit on those words for a while and just try to compose myself."
"Alright, man." Rock said. "Just remember, you gotta be strong. She doesn't need you now. And you don't need her."
"Ok," Chris answered, doing his best to keep his voice from shaking. "Thanks, man. I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
Chris clicked the cell phone shut, tossing it onto the seat cushion beside him. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, relaxing into the couch. Rock was right. Trish didn't need him. She had Christian and she didn't need him anymore. Maybe if he would have listened to her. When she said she didn't need a knight and that she wasn't made of glass and could handle herself in the ring and didn't need to be babied.
Maybe if he'd have just done what he wanted to do from the start. Way back when, when he lay on the couch in his locker room, his knee elevated and she came to see him. Or in the hospital room a week later. He should have stopped dilly-dallying and just took her in his arms and kissed her. He shouldn't have been afraid to show her that. Friend be shitted, he didn't want to be her friend. And he should've just shown that. Should have just kissed her so passionately, she wouldn't know what to do.
She would have had no choice but to kiss him back. Like that time in December, when he'd practically attacked her in a fevered pitch of passion, pinning her against the lockers and ravaging her. Despite the words they'd exchanged that evening, despite their fight in that locker room, she didn't deny his kiss. Her hands, her mouth was just as eager.
So she broke away. That was fine. But he should have been persistent. And then when she was talking to him again, he should have let her know where he truly stood.
Chris clenched his teeth, slamming a fist onto the couch. Damn him. Christian, that slimy son of a bitch. Going to Trish like that and feeding her lies, coaxing her into believing that he wasn't a real man.
Shaking his head, Chris pushed off the couch. He just had to get away. Tossing his belongings into his duffel bag, he hoisted up the bag and walked down the hall. A briskness to his step, Chris turned some corners then slowed, his brow furrowed at the voice he recognized. That voice echoing down the hall. He couldn't hear her words, but he heard tears.
Turning one more corner, his eyes widened. Lita stood in the hall, Christian and Trish in front of her and the redhead was near tears. Trish stood tall, unwavering at Lita's assault.
Lita clenched her teeth, pointing an angry finger at the blonde woman. "And you ... you ..." she expelled a breath, her hand dropping to her side. "When I left this company because of that injury, I left and there were no problems. You and I were friends. I was still dating Matt, Jeff was by my side, Edge was a sweetheart."
Lita quickly wiped her eyes, her shoulders shaking with emotion. "And then I come back and Jeff is gone. Edge is gone. Matt leaves me, makes a fool outta me and just leaves me after so many years. And now you go and do something like this." Shaking her head, she pointed at Chris. "And of all the people I have left, it's him. HIM! Chris fucking Jericho. When I left ... he was an asshole!"
Chris blinked, controlling his emotions at the reminder of what he was and of everything he'd done.
Lita shook her head, frenzied with emotion. "I don't understand. I ... you left for ..." Licking her lips, she didn't even bother to wipe the new tears that poured from her eyes. "Do you know why I never wanted to talk about Christian, Trish?"
Trish kept her head high, neither instigating nor ignoring.
Lita expelled a shaky breath. "On all those occasions and you would ask me about Christian and I'd always brush it off as if nothing was wrong. Do you really know why I did that?" She pointed at the man she spoke of. "It was because I was still attracted to him!"
All eyes widened at that statement, Christian's breath catching in his throat and Trish had to hold in her gasp.
But Lita didn't notice, simply continued. "Yeah, Trish. That's why. I couldn't get him out of my head and I hated myself because of what he is. He's no better than Matt. And ... and you leave the man you claimed to love and ... and me for ... for him!"
Chris raced to Lita's side, wrapping his arms around the redhead as she collapsed with the emotions. "Easy, sweetie." He cooed, supporting her affectionately. "They're not worth it." Forcing the tears to stay back, he looked to Trish. "They're not worth it."
Leading her away quickly, he didn't even turn back to look at them. The sight of Christian holding Trish sickened him and he knew that they both needed to leave as quickly as possible.
Chris held open the car door for her, quickly hopping into the driver's seat. Lita still wasn't responsive, her head downcast, and eyes averted. Chris didn't ask, simply drove out of the garage and down the street.
The silence lingered hauntingly as he finally pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Helping her up the stairs and to her room, he opened the door for her. Still she didn't react to him and with a sigh, he walked into her room, easing the door closed.
Lita dropped her bag to the floor, walking to the window and drawing the shades, pulling them open and staring out into the blackness. With a depressed sigh, Chris walked up behind her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Lita bowed her head, her shoulders shaking slightly as the tears finally slipped down her cheeks. She reached up, burying her face in her hands.
"Shhhh," Chris hushed, turning her and pulling her into his arms. "Shhh, sweetie." He cooed, hugging her tight and rubbing her back, trying to comfort his hurting friend and ignoring how much he was hurting.
She mumbled some inaudible syllables into his throat, tightening her arms around his neck.
"What was that sweetie?" He asked, softly.
Sniffling, Lita ducked slightly, her forehead pressed to his neck. "Why me, Chris? What ... what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, sweetie." Chris answered, deeply, his voice soothing. "There's nothing wrong with you. Christian and Trish played us for fools and there is nothing wrong with you. You hear me? Nothing."
Lita didn't respond for a few moments then slowly nodded. "There's nothing wrong with you either, Chris." She pushed back, looking up at him.
Chris closed his eyes, a tear slipping out the corner and Lita reached up, cupping his cheek and brushing away the drop. He let out a shaky sigh, his heart aching to almost unbearable levels. He thought he was dying.
"Chris?" Lita swallowed hard. "Chris, do you care about me?"
"You know I do, Red." Chris whispered. "I'm a changed man. Tr ... Trish changed me. I ... I want to apologize, for putting you in the walls all those years ago."
A soft smile tugged at Lita's lips. "All is forgiven."
Chris smiled too, warm and comforting. "That's good. Puts my heart at ease."
"Yeah," Lita breathed, her eyes locking on his for an intense moment. Leaning towards him, he leaned down just as hesitant. Their eyes focused, their position locked as the moment engulfed them.
Nervously sighing, Chris closed the distance, taking Lita's lips gently with his. The kiss lasting only a few seconds, he pulled back, looking down into her hazel eyes. Lita licked her lips, and Chris did the same, the two still looking at each other, their gaze never wavering.
Chris's arms wrapped around her waist, her arms around his neck as the two kissed again. This time, the kiss far deeper and more passionate.
*** Two for one. There you go; here're two chapters. I know they follow RAW but to be honest, I'm not sure if the others will. But you'll just have to read to find out. Now hmmmm, I wonder exactly what Chris and Lita are doing ... hmmmm .... hmmmmm, keep checking back and I'll be sure to tell you. *** PS: Reviews make me post faster.