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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April 12, 2004
Christian sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the petite blonde. Her head was bowed and she slumped in her chair. He finished digging through his bag. "What's the matter, Sweetie?"
She chocked on a laugh then only shook her head, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, her head cocked slightly as she looked at him. "Do you really need to ask?"
A simple smile spread onto his face. "No. No, I guess I don't." Zippering the bag, he turned towards her, crossing his arms and leaning back against the lockers. "Talk?"
"It doesn't matter." She said. "Talking gets you no where. It's already been a month and I'm sick of talking."
"Just asking."
Her eyes shifted up, locking on his. "I'm sorry, Christian. I know you mean well."
There were a few moments of silence and Christian nervously licked his lips. "Then ... you think maybe, I can talk?"
Surprised at first, a genuine smile spread onto her face and she patted the seat of the chair next to her. "Come on. Let's have it."
Grateful, he obeyed, falling back into the chair at her side and he closed his eyes a moment or two, gathering his thoughts.
"Come on," Trish coaxed, grabbing his hand. "Spill."
Christian turned his head, opening his eyes. "First of all, Chris was out of line today. With that footage of you and Vince McMahon and ..." he trailed off as he noticed her eyes fall blank, the hints of tears and sadness prodding to escape. He ducked his head, unable to watch. "I ... I don't mean to bring it up. But ... But I know Chris. And I know how he deals with things. And ... and for what its worth, I ... I know he's still upset."
Blinking furiously a few times, Trish's eyes darted to an abandoned corner of the room. "He certainly doesn't seem upset."
"Trish,"
She shook her head. "No, Christian. No. Chris doesn't seem upset anymore. He tried to put me in the walls. He tried to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me. And I remember him telling me a long time ago that he would NEVER lay a hand on me. He would never. He promised ... he ... he said that I could attack him with a bat and he would never touch me. I slapped him and he tried to put me in the walls."
Christian sighed.
A sadistic laugh slipped from Trish's lips. "Ok, Christian? So don't try telling me that he's upset or even that he still cares. Because he doesn't. And I don't really blame him."
Christian slowly nodded. "And Lita ... I don't blame her for hating me. How could she ever know? I even think I hurt her tonight. How ... I didn't mean to. I didn't think I shoved her that hard but she just kinda rolled up and ... and ..."
"I'm sure she's fine." Trish said. "How do you think I feel having to have a match with her? Did you notice something different about her? She ... she wasn't quite herself. Almost like ..." Trish swallowed hard. "Like she's on something. Again."
Christian's eyes widened. "You think she went back to the drugs?"
"God, I hope not." Trish tightened her hold on Christian's hand. "Oh God, please no. She couldn't. She ... she wouldn't." Closing her eyes for a moment, she licked her lips. "I want to do something. I ... I just want to go and throw myself at Lita's feet and beg her forgiveness and then ... then just wrap my arms around Chris's neck and ... and plead for him to love me again. I ..."
As the tears dripped from her eyes, Christian draped a protective arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him. "It's ok, sweetie. It'll be ok. We just need to be strong."
"He's gonna hit me at Backlash." She sniffled. "I know it. I just know he is."
"I'll kill him."
But she viciously shook her head. "No, please. Christian. Don't ... don't make this any worse. Can ... can we just end this now?"
"What do you mean?"
Sniffling, she pushed back from him, looking sadly into his eyes. "Can you lay down for him?"
Christian's eyes widened. "What? You ... what?"
Her eyes darting with nerves, she nervously licked her lips, ducking her head. "I know what that sounds like but just hear me out." When he didn't respond, she warily continued. "I just want this whole thing to end and I know I can't come clean with Chris and you can't with Lita and we've dug ourselves in too deep. Chris is never going to forgive me even if I do come clean with him and frankly, I don't think my heart could take much more of the insults, whether he means them or not."
Christian only cocked his head, listening intently.
Trish swallowed hard, her words becoming more troublesome and harder to speak, but she knew she had to continue. "I ... I can't work with him like this and it's breaking my heart every moment I have to act this way with him. Whether it's you or me can we just let him get the win?"
"But if I lay down, Bischoff will know."
"You don't have to just give in." Trish answered quickly. "We can put up a fight but just make sure we don't win. Then if he gets the win, he'll be victorious and there'll be no need for this to go on," she ducked her head with a sigh. "And I can just fade into the shadows of his life. And maybe ... well maybe then my heart can heal."
Sighing, Christian pulled her against him again, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "I don't know if he'll attack you on Sunday." He clenched his teeth, controlling his anger when she choked back a whimper. He knew the thought of Chris wanting to hurt her brought pain to her already shattered heart. "But ok. I'll do as you ask. We'll make it a good show but in the end, we'll give Chris the win."
"Thank you, Christian." Trish whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before standing. "I'm gonna go back to the locker room, gather my things so we can leave. I just want to go to bed."
Christian nodded, a sorrowed smile on his face. "Yeah, me too. I'll meet you right here in about twenty minutes? I ... I need to talk to Edge. We ... we have some issues to sort out and frankly, I ... I need a guy friend right now."
Trish smiled with a nod. "Ok. I'll see you in about twenty minutes." Swallowing her nerves, she quickly stepped out of his locker room, walking briskly down the hall before slipping into the women's locker room. She was relieved when Lita wasn't inside and simply ignored the two other diva's present and walked towards her corner, situating her bag.
Stacy Keibler sucked her lower lip into her mouth, eyeing Trish curiously. The woman next to her, however, did not stop speaking despite proper etiquette.
Nidia chuckled, not caring in the least that Trish Stratus just walked in, despite what she was about to say to Stacy. "So did you hear about Chris?"
Stacy glanced at Nidia, intrigued. "Chris? Benoit?"
Nidia shook her head, bending down to tie her sneakers. "No not Benoit. Jericho."
Stacy watched as Trish's head perked up. "No, I didn't hear." Stacy coaxed. "He's ok, isn't he? Last I heard he was still really upset."
Nidia shrugged. "Oh I don't know if he's upset or not. I'm just going by what I heard."
"What?" Stacy asked in a low voice, noting how Trish had gone back to her packing, as if this present conversation meant nothing to her. Stacy took that symbol as the truth.
Nidia smiled. "He's sleeping with Lita."
Stacy jumped as Trish dropped her makeup bag, the contents spilling all over the floor. Trish muttered a few curses, quickly dropping to her knees. Stacy kept her eyes on the little blonde. "Wait ... sleeping?"
Nidia nodded, completely unaware. "Oh yeah. It was either last week or a couple weeks ago. One time deal from what I hear, but they've still been spending a lot of time around the other. I wouldn't be surprised if he was with her every night."
Stacy couldn't look away from Trish Stratus. The other woman kept her head bowed as she picked up everything that spilled, though her hands shook with fierceness and her shoulders shuddered with restrained tension.
"If you ask me," Nidia continued. "I think it's the best thing for them." With that said, she threw her duffel bag over her shoulder and walked from the room.
Stacy stood, watching quietly as a tiny whimper escaped the woman before her and Trish only violently shook her head; the shakes worsened. Dropping every item she collected, Trish lifted her limp body onto the bench, ducking her head into her hands as her shoulders shook; her hair draped forward, her back to the rest of the room.
Moved by the display, Stacy slowly walked towards the door, flicking the lock then carefully, step by step approached the other diva. She watched as Trish curled further into herself, ducking her head almost between her legs in an attempt to simply recoil away from this world.
Empathetic towards this woman, Stacy sat on the bench next to Trish. The other blonde didn't even seem to notice her presence; Stacy sighed, placing a gentle hand on the woman's back.
That touch only necessary, a whimpered cry slipped from her lips and Trish viciously shook her head. The touch ... any touch was too much. She couldn't hold on anymore.
Stacy sighed, easing closer to the other woman and rubbing her back, trying to comfort the crying woman any way she could. Moving slowly, Stacy reached out, pushing down Trish's hands and cupping her cheek, forcing her to sit up and look at her.
Trish didn't fight, but simply tried to withhold the tears with little success.
Nearly moved to tears herself, Stacy swallowed that sadness. "Oh God, Honey." She cooed, taking Trish in her arms. The tears continued to fall as Trish hugged this estranged woman; one whom she never thought would offer comfort. But at this moment, Trish didn't care. Trish needed her.
*** You liking so far? I think I'm gonna stick with what's happening on RAW cuz I have a good feeling I can make it work out within the show. Let me know what you think? You like? You hate? Want me to take it somewhere on its own? Review me, let me know.***
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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April 12, 2004
Christian sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the petite blonde. Her head was bowed and she slumped in her chair. He finished digging through his bag. "What's the matter, Sweetie?"
She chocked on a laugh then only shook her head, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees, her head cocked slightly as she looked at him. "Do you really need to ask?"
A simple smile spread onto his face. "No. No, I guess I don't." Zippering the bag, he turned towards her, crossing his arms and leaning back against the lockers. "Talk?"
"It doesn't matter." She said. "Talking gets you no where. It's already been a month and I'm sick of talking."
"Just asking."
Her eyes shifted up, locking on his. "I'm sorry, Christian. I know you mean well."
There were a few moments of silence and Christian nervously licked his lips. "Then ... you think maybe, I can talk?"
Surprised at first, a genuine smile spread onto her face and she patted the seat of the chair next to her. "Come on. Let's have it."
Grateful, he obeyed, falling back into the chair at her side and he closed his eyes a moment or two, gathering his thoughts.
"Come on," Trish coaxed, grabbing his hand. "Spill."
Christian turned his head, opening his eyes. "First of all, Chris was out of line today. With that footage of you and Vince McMahon and ..." he trailed off as he noticed her eyes fall blank, the hints of tears and sadness prodding to escape. He ducked his head, unable to watch. "I ... I don't mean to bring it up. But ... But I know Chris. And I know how he deals with things. And ... and for what its worth, I ... I know he's still upset."
Blinking furiously a few times, Trish's eyes darted to an abandoned corner of the room. "He certainly doesn't seem upset."
"Trish,"
She shook her head. "No, Christian. No. Chris doesn't seem upset anymore. He tried to put me in the walls. He tried to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me. And I remember him telling me a long time ago that he would NEVER lay a hand on me. He would never. He promised ... he ... he said that I could attack him with a bat and he would never touch me. I slapped him and he tried to put me in the walls."
Christian sighed.
A sadistic laugh slipped from Trish's lips. "Ok, Christian? So don't try telling me that he's upset or even that he still cares. Because he doesn't. And I don't really blame him."
Christian slowly nodded. "And Lita ... I don't blame her for hating me. How could she ever know? I even think I hurt her tonight. How ... I didn't mean to. I didn't think I shoved her that hard but she just kinda rolled up and ... and ..."
"I'm sure she's fine." Trish said. "How do you think I feel having to have a match with her? Did you notice something different about her? She ... she wasn't quite herself. Almost like ..." Trish swallowed hard. "Like she's on something. Again."
Christian's eyes widened. "You think she went back to the drugs?"
"God, I hope not." Trish tightened her hold on Christian's hand. "Oh God, please no. She couldn't. She ... she wouldn't." Closing her eyes for a moment, she licked her lips. "I want to do something. I ... I just want to go and throw myself at Lita's feet and beg her forgiveness and then ... then just wrap my arms around Chris's neck and ... and plead for him to love me again. I ..."
As the tears dripped from her eyes, Christian draped a protective arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him. "It's ok, sweetie. It'll be ok. We just need to be strong."
"He's gonna hit me at Backlash." She sniffled. "I know it. I just know he is."
"I'll kill him."
But she viciously shook her head. "No, please. Christian. Don't ... don't make this any worse. Can ... can we just end this now?"
"What do you mean?"
Sniffling, she pushed back from him, looking sadly into his eyes. "Can you lay down for him?"
Christian's eyes widened. "What? You ... what?"
Her eyes darting with nerves, she nervously licked her lips, ducking her head. "I know what that sounds like but just hear me out." When he didn't respond, she warily continued. "I just want this whole thing to end and I know I can't come clean with Chris and you can't with Lita and we've dug ourselves in too deep. Chris is never going to forgive me even if I do come clean with him and frankly, I don't think my heart could take much more of the insults, whether he means them or not."
Christian only cocked his head, listening intently.
Trish swallowed hard, her words becoming more troublesome and harder to speak, but she knew she had to continue. "I ... I can't work with him like this and it's breaking my heart every moment I have to act this way with him. Whether it's you or me can we just let him get the win?"
"But if I lay down, Bischoff will know."
"You don't have to just give in." Trish answered quickly. "We can put up a fight but just make sure we don't win. Then if he gets the win, he'll be victorious and there'll be no need for this to go on," she ducked her head with a sigh. "And I can just fade into the shadows of his life. And maybe ... well maybe then my heart can heal."
Sighing, Christian pulled her against him again, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "I don't know if he'll attack you on Sunday." He clenched his teeth, controlling his anger when she choked back a whimper. He knew the thought of Chris wanting to hurt her brought pain to her already shattered heart. "But ok. I'll do as you ask. We'll make it a good show but in the end, we'll give Chris the win."
"Thank you, Christian." Trish whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before standing. "I'm gonna go back to the locker room, gather my things so we can leave. I just want to go to bed."
Christian nodded, a sorrowed smile on his face. "Yeah, me too. I'll meet you right here in about twenty minutes? I ... I need to talk to Edge. We ... we have some issues to sort out and frankly, I ... I need a guy friend right now."
Trish smiled with a nod. "Ok. I'll see you in about twenty minutes." Swallowing her nerves, she quickly stepped out of his locker room, walking briskly down the hall before slipping into the women's locker room. She was relieved when Lita wasn't inside and simply ignored the two other diva's present and walked towards her corner, situating her bag.
Stacy Keibler sucked her lower lip into her mouth, eyeing Trish curiously. The woman next to her, however, did not stop speaking despite proper etiquette.
Nidia chuckled, not caring in the least that Trish Stratus just walked in, despite what she was about to say to Stacy. "So did you hear about Chris?"
Stacy glanced at Nidia, intrigued. "Chris? Benoit?"
Nidia shook her head, bending down to tie her sneakers. "No not Benoit. Jericho."
Stacy watched as Trish's head perked up. "No, I didn't hear." Stacy coaxed. "He's ok, isn't he? Last I heard he was still really upset."
Nidia shrugged. "Oh I don't know if he's upset or not. I'm just going by what I heard."
"What?" Stacy asked in a low voice, noting how Trish had gone back to her packing, as if this present conversation meant nothing to her. Stacy took that symbol as the truth.
Nidia smiled. "He's sleeping with Lita."
Stacy jumped as Trish dropped her makeup bag, the contents spilling all over the floor. Trish muttered a few curses, quickly dropping to her knees. Stacy kept her eyes on the little blonde. "Wait ... sleeping?"
Nidia nodded, completely unaware. "Oh yeah. It was either last week or a couple weeks ago. One time deal from what I hear, but they've still been spending a lot of time around the other. I wouldn't be surprised if he was with her every night."
Stacy couldn't look away from Trish Stratus. The other woman kept her head bowed as she picked up everything that spilled, though her hands shook with fierceness and her shoulders shuddered with restrained tension.
"If you ask me," Nidia continued. "I think it's the best thing for them." With that said, she threw her duffel bag over her shoulder and walked from the room.
Stacy stood, watching quietly as a tiny whimper escaped the woman before her and Trish only violently shook her head; the shakes worsened. Dropping every item she collected, Trish lifted her limp body onto the bench, ducking her head into her hands as her shoulders shook; her hair draped forward, her back to the rest of the room.
Moved by the display, Stacy slowly walked towards the door, flicking the lock then carefully, step by step approached the other diva. She watched as Trish curled further into herself, ducking her head almost between her legs in an attempt to simply recoil away from this world.
Empathetic towards this woman, Stacy sat on the bench next to Trish. The other blonde didn't even seem to notice her presence; Stacy sighed, placing a gentle hand on the woman's back.
That touch only necessary, a whimpered cry slipped from her lips and Trish viciously shook her head. The touch ... any touch was too much. She couldn't hold on anymore.
Stacy sighed, easing closer to the other woman and rubbing her back, trying to comfort the crying woman any way she could. Moving slowly, Stacy reached out, pushing down Trish's hands and cupping her cheek, forcing her to sit up and look at her.
Trish didn't fight, but simply tried to withhold the tears with little success.
Nearly moved to tears herself, Stacy swallowed that sadness. "Oh God, Honey." She cooed, taking Trish in her arms. The tears continued to fall as Trish hugged this estranged woman; one whom she never thought would offer comfort. But at this moment, Trish didn't care. Trish needed her.
*** You liking so far? I think I'm gonna stick with what's happening on RAW cuz I have a good feeling I can make it work out within the show. Let me know what you think? You like? You hate? Want me to take it somewhere on its own? Review me, let me know.***