Rouge
Chapter 3
"So you're telling me that that week meant nothing to you?" Rouge's voice was accusatory and sharp; the victim of her words Chris Jericho.
"Look, Rouge… Yeah, it meant something to me, but I have a girlfriend, all right? Contrary to what you probably think, I love her," Chris said.
"You love her, huh?" Rouge put her hands on her hips. "Is that so?" she said snottily, her eyes narrowing. "You know, I think you should've mentioned that before we had sex."
"Rouge-"
"You say you love her, and you've been with her, yet you slept with me!" Rouge announced loudly. Chris sighed, leaning back and glancing around, presumably for his girlfriend. "And!—And you admit it meant something to you. You can't have both of what you want, Jericho."
"I want Stephanie," he said firmly, but the look in his eyes made the words evasive.
"Mmhmm…" Rouge said, and stepped closer to him. "Which is exactly why you slept with me, exactly why you said you loved me, too, and exactly why you will let me do this…" that said, she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his in a seemingly flirty kiss, her arms snaking around his neck. Chris's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then they shut, and he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rouge's waist and drawing her closer to his body. The sound of J.R. and the King's voices filled their ears for a moment until…
"Cut!" at the sound of the word, Rouge drew immediately away from Chris. He, however, kept his grip on her.
"You're a good kisser," he whispered.
Rouge eyed him. "I know," she replied stiffly, turning away from him. Jericho, however, sauntered up toward her, his hand on her shoulder.
"So, you're the new rookie? I could teach you the ropes, you know," he said, his voice implying that much more.
An exasperated sigh fell from her lips, and the brunette removed his hand from her shoulder. "Look, Jericho, or whatever the hell you call yourself, I don't need any of your 'help', double meaning or otherwise."
Chris scowled at her. "With that attitude—"
"I'm going to make it to the top," Rouge finished cockily, glaring at him. "So do yourself a favor, and leave me the hell alone." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and walked off, confidence in her step. Her dejection of his offers, however, didn't miff Chris Jericho in the slightest. In fact, a smile was in place on his face as he watched her walk down the hallway and turn. Rouge was different, something that hadn't quite appeared in the WWE as of yet. But however different she was to the WWE, all women were the same. Eventually, they all succumbed to Chris Jericho's charm.
Rouge Bailey was a challenge…
A challenge that he would no doubt overcome.
Rouge sighed to herself as she walked down the hallways, running a hand through her hair. She smiled. Damned if that wasn't a good promo she had shot back there. Her thoughts quickly led to Chris Jericho and she rolled her eyes. Sure, she'd readily admit that he was easy on the eyes, but really… Did he honestly think he had a chance with her? "Men," she scoffed. Seriously, could he be any more arrogant? Not that she had anything against arrogance—hell, she knew she was full of three things: ego, arrogance and pride—but he didn't look like he could live up to. He had a great body by any romantic means but in wrestling terms he didn't look like he participated in main-events all that much.
Shaking her head, Rouge continued on her way. She was headed for the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat before she shot another promo; this time with Stephanie confronting her about the last one and Chris stepping in. 'Overused and overdramatic,' Rouge thought as she rounded the corner, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. What she wouldn't give just to pummel somebody day in and day out without all of these stupid angles…
"So you're the one I'm fighting over for Chris." Rouge turned around at the woman's voice and saw another brunette behind her. She was poised; her hair swept into a half-ponytail and her suit accenting every curve of her body. Her eyes were locked directly onto Rouge. Rouge met her stare readily. "Stephanie McMahon," the woman stand, not extending a hand.
"Rouge Bailey," Rouge replied sourly.
"Someone's not too friendly," Stephanie surveyed bluntly. "You're not going to get any friends here if you keep up that attitude."
"I don't need friends," Rouge countered, her eyes narrowing.
Stephanie simply tilted her head. "Friends make you stronger."
"Weaker," Rouge corrected darkly. "You're too concerned with them during the course of the match. Their distractions and vulnerabilities. An enemy could easily target you through your friends."
"But having friends inspires you to do better. If they hurt your friends, you have anger on your side," Stephanie countered. Rouge stared at her. She had to admire the other woman's unwillingness to back down, but it was getting rather annoying.
"Anger can cause stupid screw-ups," Rouge stated.
Stephanie smirked. "Well, we'll see about that next week, won't we?" she asked, and handed Rouge a packet of papers. "We have a promo in five and a match next week," she informed the other woman. "Whoever wins, Chris will come out. He'll stay with me and try to look torn between you and me," she finished, making it sound like Rogue was nothing.
"Goody," Rouge said, taking the script. "I guess he'll have to help you up after I beat you."
Stephanie laughed but the sound was cold. "More like he'll be raising my hand for victory."
"Ladies, ladies, calm down," Chris Jericho stepped up to them, obviously headed to the promo. "There's enough of me to go around." Rouge gave him a dirty look which only brightened his smile. "But seriously, you guys hurry up to the promo place, they're starting soon." With that, he sauntered off with the two women watching him.
Stephanie faced Rogue. "You like a challenge?" she prompted.
"Damn straight," Rogue answered quickly.
Stephanie smirked. "Let's see who can win Chris Jericho's affections first," she told the other woman, who snorted.
"Easy," Rogue replied lightly, and looked over at Stephanie. "Prepare to lose."
"You wish," Stephanie responded competitively. Rogue watched her walk ahead in the same path that Jericho had left in, and she grinned, energized by the promise of a competition. Petty or not, it was something other than the script.
Maybe romance angles weren't so bad after all.
Author's Note: I hope you guys liked this chapter; sorry for the lack of updates. Please review!
Reviewers:
coors1977 - Oddly enough, I agree with you. I didn't mean to imply that she wouldn't get hated by other people and not be able to live up to her own standards; but you'll see a lot of it later.
Rawemotion - Thanks so much! I hope to get back on track with this story!
Randyfan - :( I'm sorry the first few chapters were so short, but I think I did better with this one! It's somewhere around 1,100 words.
Tilly- Yup, that's part of the reason I decided to use this OC. All of the other ones are always so typical, I thought it'd be nice (well...in my opinion, but whatever!) to spicen things up.
Latisha C - Hmm... A sympathizer... Lol just kidding. :) Glad you're on the ride for this one!
des1 - Lol I'm glad someone is as easily amused as me! Glad to have another regular along! :)
This chapter is dedicated to AniLuLu, who slapped me (okay not physically, but mentally!) and got me back to word on this piece!