PART 17
A MOMENT LATER
The people in the church all turned and gasped as they eyed Chris in shock. The Canadian's gaze remained firm as he kept his blue eyes locked on Paul. He cautiously stepped out into the aisle, pulling a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his suit jacket. He slowly made his way to the head of the aisle, approached the priest. He stepped up to him, though his glare was still fixed on Levesque, who was currently staring at him with murder in his eyes. As Paul stood there, he felt Kevin grab a hold of his arm in an obvious attempt to hold him back. Paul was so angry at the moment that he wouldn't have thought twice about ripping Nash's arm off the get to Chris. Stephanie's teary eyes were wide as her gaze shifted from Chris, to Paul, and then to her father. Vince had an expression on his face that was similar to the one Paul was wearing… he appeared to be about two seconds away from strangling Chris for having the balls to interrupt the ceremony. Vince took a moment to tear his gaze off of Chris and glanced over at his daughter. While she did have a look of shock on her face, to Vince it seemed as though it was forced, like she wasn't really surprised at all. In fact, he saw what he thought to be the beginnings of a grin forming on her lips.
"This wedding can not go on," Chris said seriously, directing his attention to the priest. The man opened his mouth to say something, but Vince spoke for him.
"And what the hell gives you the right to say that?" he demanded, taking a step forward.
From their seats in the back, Adam and Trish shook their heads. Trish looked down at the floor, closing her eyes in fear. Something bad was going to happen, and she didn't want to be watching when it did. This was one of the things that she was afraid was going to happen. She had known all along that Chris was crazy enough about Stephanie to be blinded into thinking that he could get her out of the wedding scot-free. Now he was standing up there with two men who wanted to pummel him, and who wouldn't think twice about doing it in a church, and it wasn't like any of the other men up there would help him if that did happen. Chris was going to get the shit beat out of him by Paul and Vince. She sighed, and then jumped slightly as she felt a hand on her knee. She looked over and saw Adam opening his hand to her. She reached over and took his hand, and he squeezed hers gently, both of them looking back up at Chris.
"Because of this," Chris said, holding up the folded piece of paper. He glanced over at Stephanie, who was now smiling at him. Paul noticed her grin immediately. If he found out that that bitch knew about Chris objecting to their marriage… "Paul Levesque cannot marry Stephanie McMahon simply because of the fact that she is already married." Everyone gasped again.
"To who?" Vince challenged. Sending Vince a cocky smirk, Chris simply stared at him, a look of victory present in his eyes.
"To me," he said pointedly. There was another collective gasp, and this time Paul and Vince gasped right along with them. "I've got the marriage license to prove it." The priest, whose eyes were also wide, reached out for the paper.
"Let me just…"
"Give me that," Paul said, snatching the paper out of Chris's hand before the priest had a chance to grab it.
He unfolded the document and read it over. Sure enough, it was a certificate of marriage, and the signatures on the paper were Christopher Keith Irvine and Stephanie Marie McMahon. Paul's face scrunched into a scowl as she read the paper over again. The little bastard outsmarted him and stole his wife! Levesque crumpled up the paper and shoved back to Chris in disgust. Then, he gave the smaller man a good shove, sending him backwards, causing him to trip and fall. He turned to Stephanie, grabbing her by the straps of her dress.
"You little bitch!" he screamed, his deep voice echoing through the fairly small church. "What the hell are you trying to pull?! I swear Stephanie, I'll kill…"
Paul stopped yelling when a fist slammed into his back, leaning down and groaning in pain. Chris took one look at Paul on the ground, who was trying to catch his breath, making it obvious that the punch knocked the wind out of him. Then, he grabbed Stephanie's hand and the two of them bolted out of the church. As soon as Vince noticed them trying to get away, he stopped trying to help Paul up and charged after them, screaming all the way out of the church.
"Hey! Get back here!"
Stephanie and Chris flew out into the parking lot, not stopping until they reached the car waiting for them in the parking lot. When Chris had devised his whole plan the night before, he had arranged for somebody to be ready to drive them away from the church… there wouldn't be enough time for them to start the car themselves and then to get away. Vince chased them all the way to the car, banging his fists on the window as Chris slammed the door shut just as he reached them. He groaned as the tires screeched and the car sped away, catching a glimpse of another blonde Canadian in the driver's seat. That damn Jay Reso was driving the getaway car! They probably had this whole thing planned perfectly. Vince scowled as he watched the car spped away, noting that the guests were exiting the church behind him. He wanted to turn around and scream at them to get back inside, but it was really no use. The wedding was over. As he shook his head at what just happened, Vince vowed to himself that he would not let this slide…
Chris would *not* get away with this.
THE NEXT WEEKTrish sat in the hallway of the arena the WWE was working at, doodling in a notebook. She had done that a lot lately… the notebook had pretty much become a part of her. Back when Jeff Hardy was in the WWE, he had explained to her that having a notebook to keep random thoughts and drawings in was good for one's mental health. At first Trish discarded the idea… after all, Jeff was the artistic and poetic one, not her. Then one day she had a really big fight with Randy, and she took a pen and a pad of paper and stormed out of their hotel room. She sat in the lobby for nearly an hour, scribbling, drawing, and writing down random thoughts. She was surprised at how much it really helped her to calm down. Going back and looking at it, none of it made sense, but at the time it was a much needed outlet for her feelings. With the way her life had been going recently, the notebook had been getting filled pretty quickly. Once again, she had been deep in thought about her situation with Randy, so she took out the book and began scribbling things down again.
"Well, look who we have here," a voice called, cutting into her thoughts. Trish's head snapped up, and she scowled as she met the dark eyes of Gail Kim.
"Gail," she said plainly. Trish glanced over at the tiny woman.
"What do you have there?" Gail asked, stepping up to Trish and glancing at the notebook, which Trish snapped shut protectively.
"None of your damn business," Trish scoffed.
"Oh? Come on, I just want a peak," Gail insisted, prying the book out of her hands. Trish lunged for it, but Gail spun around, opening the book and taking a look inside. She sent the book a confused look, turning and laughing in Trish's face. "You must have a lot of time on your hands."
"Do you have something to say to me or what? I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit," Trish said pointedly, scowling at her.
"Actually, I do," Gail replied, handing the notebook back over to her like it was a piece of garbage.
I came to ask you something. You've been so hostile towards me lately Trish, and I was wondering why. Have I done something to offend you?" she asked innocently, placing a hand on her hip.
"Yeah, you did Gail. You fucked my boyfriend," Trish reminded.
"Oh, yeah, that's it. You're mad because Randy finds me more attractive then he finds you. Well, does that honestly surprise you? I mean, compare yourself to me," Gail said.
"Exactly," Trish replied. "I'm willing to bet all of my life savings that Randy didn't fuck you because he thought you were prettier than me. He did it because he was horny and he knew you were a cheap whore." It was Gail's turn to scowl.
"You little bitch," she growled, shoving Trish into the wall.
Trish couldn't help but cry out in pain as her head hit the wall. She took a moment to collect herself, and then she lunged at Gail, incensed. She knocked the smaller woman to the floor and started pounding her. Maybe when it came to wrestling she could hold her own, but this wasn't wrestling… it was a fight. And there was no way that Trish Stratus would let Gail Kim outfight her…
No way in hell.
The two of them rolled around on the floor for a few minutes, but soon enough Trish gained control of the fight and started pummeling Gail with right hands. Not long after they began fighting, a man stepped out of his locker room and headed in the direction of the catering room. When he passed through one of the hallways, he heard what sounded like two people screaming. He turned around and his eyes widened as he saw the two women fighting on the floor.
"Hey!" he called, rushing over to them.
He leaned down, grabbing Trish and doing his best to pull her off of Gail. When Trish felt someone else's hands on her, she swung back, connecting with the man's jaw. Not even bothering to look up at who it was, Trish went right back to what she was doing, nailing Gail again in the face. She cried out in pain as Gail grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked on it. She mustered up the strength to flip them over so that she was on top of Trish and when she released the grip on the blonde woman's hair, she noticed that she had actually pulled a few locks of hair out of her head. She threw the hair to the ground, balling her hand into a fist and punching Trish in the face. At this time, the man recovered from the punch Trish had given him. Damn, she certainly had a hell of a right hook. He glanced over and noticed that Gail had taken control, and he jumped. He grabbed Gail and threw her across the floor, separating the two. After glancing back and forth between the two of them, the man dropped to his knees in front of Trish, who had her back to him.
"Trish!" he called, and the young woman froze. Not only had she heard the voice that time, she immediately recognized who it belonged to. As she turned slightly to face him, her suspicions were true. She was met with a pair of light blue eyes. She glanced up at the man in shock as he helped her up off the floor…
And Randy Orton wrapped his arm around her.
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