[Here ya go, currently up to date as of this chapter. Next week will
probably be another late update. I'm going away for a few days, and don't
know when I'll be home. R&R-Dakota]
As Chris came back through the gorilla position after his match, he wiped the blood off his chin. He used his other arm to wipe away the sweat A few of the crewmembers congratulated him on a good match. They happened to be in his old stomping grounds that night which made it even more exciting. Winnipeg was basically where it all began for him.
Walking down the stairs, Chris head a voice from behind him. It was the one person he didn't want to see then.
"Chris! Great match!"
"Thanks Steph," he wiped away more sweat from his brow. "Do you need something?"
"Well Chris, we haven't been on the greatest of terms in awhile, and I just want to say I'm sorry."
"I appreciate your apology Steph, but could you just do me a favor, and be happy that I'm happy?"
"You must really love her to put up with her shit."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean Steph? I mean come on, you know she's a great person."
"Yeah, she's a great person who happens to be going everywhere with Tyson Tomko. Speaking of, here she comes. Think about what I'm saying."
"Hey Baby. Steph, I believe you know Tomko."
"Yeah, I do. See you later Chris."
As Stephanie turned to walk away, Trish folded her arms, and put a look on her face that Chris knew wasn't good. He walked up to her, and put his sweaty arms around her waist.
"What the hell does she mean by seeing you later?"
"Everyone says see you later."
"But when it comes from her I get a little suspicious."
"Well dont. She's nothing to me anymore." Immediately Chris tried to change the subject. "How's your hand beautiful."
"It's okay. First back problems and now a broken wrist. Great right?"
"Just wonderful!"
"Want to go back to my room before you gotta go out there?"
"Umm sure, I don't mind. Ty, I'll meet you out here before it's time to go all right?"
"Sure thing Trish. See you in a few."
Chris took Trish's tiny hand in his and they walked back to the locker room. Chris could tell Trish was uncomfortable with his sweaty palm holding onto her hand. He let go only to wipe it away, and then she reattached herself to him. When they got back to the private dressing room Trish -broken hand and all- threw Chris backwards onto the couch. She straddled his legs and put her hands around his neck and he gently placed his hands around her waist. The sweat didn't bother her anymore, as she put her head to his sweaty forehead.
"I wish we could stay this way forever."
"Well maybe you'll get what you want someday."
"What does that mean, Sweetie?"
"I don't know just yet. If only things weren't the way they are now."
"Chris, what's wrong?"
"I don't know baby. For some reason I got this crazy feeling that something is going to happen."
"Something like what? What are you talking about?"
"I don't know. I just hate talking to her."
"Talking to who? You know you're really starting to scare me."
"Stephanie. She's got a lot of power around here, and anything could happen if I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing. You know what I mean."
"Oh, I get it. If you're too cozy with me around her right? You're afraid she tell Vince and we'll get split up? Vince knows that if he wants a good show, he's got to keep both of us on Raw. It brings in ratings, and you know that."
"But what if she says something?"
"What if she doesn't?"
"You can never be too sure with Stephanie McMahon. I think I know her better than anyone when I say that too."
"Just don't worry so much about it Baby. Trust me, everything will be okay."
He turned his head to the side, not wanting her to see the disbelief in his eyes. Trish put her good hand on his chin, and turned his face to force him to look in her eyes.
"Trust me Chris. Everything will be okay."
"All right. Are you sure you have to go out there?"
"Yeah, I'm sure or I wouldn't be."
"Okay," he said softly. "Just come right back here when you're done okay?"
"Why, anxious to get back to the hotel?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Ha, I get it. You just don't want me to go off anywhere and beat up Stephanie."
"No, I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already are. Got it?"
"Oh, I'll be fine Dr."
"Yeah, I'll make sure of that."
He brought one of his hands up to play with the bottom of one of her braids. Pressing her lips softly to his she slid off his lap. She broke the kiss, and smiled at him.
"I got to go. Really got to go."
"Come on, stay."
"I can't! I'm going to get fired."
"All right, fine. One last kiss before you leave."
He stood up and pressed his lips to hers and wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled back and fixed her shirt. He watched as her little figure walked out the door and into the hallway.
Walking down the hall, she headed towards the gorilla position. She stopped to grab a bottle of water and take a quick drink before she went to find Tyson. He met up with her down the hall a ways, and they walked to the stage just as her music hit.
Chris watched on his monitor as she walked down to the ring to confront Nidia about her win for the number one contenders spot. They way he took the belt off her shoulder, sent weird vibes through his body. Maybe Stephanie was right. Maybe there was more to Tyson and Trish than just business...
And then it hit him. He and Stephanie had once just been business partners. That's what she meant when she had said something about Trish and Tyson. But no, Trish would never do that do him. Deep into thought, he had hardly noticed when Trish came back from the ring.
"Whoa, you look weird."
"Sorry. Just thinking."
"Oh don't hurt yourself."
"Let's go back to the hotel, okay?"
"Okay, let me get my things together. Did you take a shower?"
"I'll save that for a shower with you at the hotel."
"Sounds great to me," she winked at him and then took her hat off. "Are you sure you're okay, you look really sick."
"I'll be fine once we get out of here."
"Calm down Baby, we'll be out of here soon."
Once she got her things together, he grabbed her bad and his, and they walked down the hall. He squeezed her hand rather tightly and she noticed he was tense. He kept thinking about what Stephanie said and couldn't help but be distracted from his girlfriend. When they got to the car he put their things in the trunk. Stephanie couldn't be right. No matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't do anything to sabotage their relationship.
[Okay, so things are getting a little...iffy when the bosses daughter is around, eh? All right, lemme know what you think!]
As Chris came back through the gorilla position after his match, he wiped the blood off his chin. He used his other arm to wipe away the sweat A few of the crewmembers congratulated him on a good match. They happened to be in his old stomping grounds that night which made it even more exciting. Winnipeg was basically where it all began for him.
Walking down the stairs, Chris head a voice from behind him. It was the one person he didn't want to see then.
"Chris! Great match!"
"Thanks Steph," he wiped away more sweat from his brow. "Do you need something?"
"Well Chris, we haven't been on the greatest of terms in awhile, and I just want to say I'm sorry."
"I appreciate your apology Steph, but could you just do me a favor, and be happy that I'm happy?"
"You must really love her to put up with her shit."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean Steph? I mean come on, you know she's a great person."
"Yeah, she's a great person who happens to be going everywhere with Tyson Tomko. Speaking of, here she comes. Think about what I'm saying."
"Hey Baby. Steph, I believe you know Tomko."
"Yeah, I do. See you later Chris."
As Stephanie turned to walk away, Trish folded her arms, and put a look on her face that Chris knew wasn't good. He walked up to her, and put his sweaty arms around her waist.
"What the hell does she mean by seeing you later?"
"Everyone says see you later."
"But when it comes from her I get a little suspicious."
"Well dont. She's nothing to me anymore." Immediately Chris tried to change the subject. "How's your hand beautiful."
"It's okay. First back problems and now a broken wrist. Great right?"
"Just wonderful!"
"Want to go back to my room before you gotta go out there?"
"Umm sure, I don't mind. Ty, I'll meet you out here before it's time to go all right?"
"Sure thing Trish. See you in a few."
Chris took Trish's tiny hand in his and they walked back to the locker room. Chris could tell Trish was uncomfortable with his sweaty palm holding onto her hand. He let go only to wipe it away, and then she reattached herself to him. When they got back to the private dressing room Trish -broken hand and all- threw Chris backwards onto the couch. She straddled his legs and put her hands around his neck and he gently placed his hands around her waist. The sweat didn't bother her anymore, as she put her head to his sweaty forehead.
"I wish we could stay this way forever."
"Well maybe you'll get what you want someday."
"What does that mean, Sweetie?"
"I don't know just yet. If only things weren't the way they are now."
"Chris, what's wrong?"
"I don't know baby. For some reason I got this crazy feeling that something is going to happen."
"Something like what? What are you talking about?"
"I don't know. I just hate talking to her."
"Talking to who? You know you're really starting to scare me."
"Stephanie. She's got a lot of power around here, and anything could happen if I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing. You know what I mean."
"Oh, I get it. If you're too cozy with me around her right? You're afraid she tell Vince and we'll get split up? Vince knows that if he wants a good show, he's got to keep both of us on Raw. It brings in ratings, and you know that."
"But what if she says something?"
"What if she doesn't?"
"You can never be too sure with Stephanie McMahon. I think I know her better than anyone when I say that too."
"Just don't worry so much about it Baby. Trust me, everything will be okay."
He turned his head to the side, not wanting her to see the disbelief in his eyes. Trish put her good hand on his chin, and turned his face to force him to look in her eyes.
"Trust me Chris. Everything will be okay."
"All right. Are you sure you have to go out there?"
"Yeah, I'm sure or I wouldn't be."
"Okay," he said softly. "Just come right back here when you're done okay?"
"Why, anxious to get back to the hotel?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Ha, I get it. You just don't want me to go off anywhere and beat up Stephanie."
"No, I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already are. Got it?"
"Oh, I'll be fine Dr."
"Yeah, I'll make sure of that."
He brought one of his hands up to play with the bottom of one of her braids. Pressing her lips softly to his she slid off his lap. She broke the kiss, and smiled at him.
"I got to go. Really got to go."
"Come on, stay."
"I can't! I'm going to get fired."
"All right, fine. One last kiss before you leave."
He stood up and pressed his lips to hers and wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled back and fixed her shirt. He watched as her little figure walked out the door and into the hallway.
Walking down the hall, she headed towards the gorilla position. She stopped to grab a bottle of water and take a quick drink before she went to find Tyson. He met up with her down the hall a ways, and they walked to the stage just as her music hit.
Chris watched on his monitor as she walked down to the ring to confront Nidia about her win for the number one contenders spot. They way he took the belt off her shoulder, sent weird vibes through his body. Maybe Stephanie was right. Maybe there was more to Tyson and Trish than just business...
And then it hit him. He and Stephanie had once just been business partners. That's what she meant when she had said something about Trish and Tyson. But no, Trish would never do that do him. Deep into thought, he had hardly noticed when Trish came back from the ring.
"Whoa, you look weird."
"Sorry. Just thinking."
"Oh don't hurt yourself."
"Let's go back to the hotel, okay?"
"Okay, let me get my things together. Did you take a shower?"
"I'll save that for a shower with you at the hotel."
"Sounds great to me," she winked at him and then took her hat off. "Are you sure you're okay, you look really sick."
"I'll be fine once we get out of here."
"Calm down Baby, we'll be out of here soon."
Once she got her things together, he grabbed her bad and his, and they walked down the hall. He squeezed her hand rather tightly and she noticed he was tense. He kept thinking about what Stephanie said and couldn't help but be distracted from his girlfriend. When they got to the car he put their things in the trunk. Stephanie couldn't be right. No matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't do anything to sabotage their relationship.
[Okay, so things are getting a little...iffy when the bosses daughter is around, eh? All right, lemme know what you think!]