Title: Two Wrongs
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Love isn't always easy. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter, except maybe one curse, lol. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Trish stared into the mirror after a few minutes of stretching. She was about to have virtually the most important match of her career. This match meant so much more to her than most people knew.
There was an incredible history between she and Molly. Just the thought of Molly Holly would make Trish cringe. From the day Molly had entered the WWE, she'd had a strong disliking for the Canadian blonde. And she'd made it her goal to bring Trish down and make her life miserable.
Trish tensed up, balling her fists, as she thought about everything Molly had done to her in the past. Costing her multiple title matches. Constantly attacking her. Calling her a list of inappropriate names. Plus, Molly had the Women's Title and Trish wanted to wear that belt around her waist again.
Her eyes narrowed as she thought about every dirty little thing Molly had ever done. But even all of that wasn't the cause of Trish's fury. Molly had done one thing to hurt Trish deeply, and get under her skin.
She stole Chris Jericho from her.
Trish didn't know how Molly had found out that she was in love with Chris Jericho. But she had. And she used it to her advantage. She'd managed to get Chris to go out with her. And worst of all, she'd managed to turn Chris against Trish. Trish could remember the pain that she felt when Chris suddenly began to give her blank stares in the hall, and ignore her. And Trish knew that if Chris was there, she probably wouldn't even be able to focus on the match.
Trish shut her eyes tightly, furiously shaking her head. She wouldn't even let that stop her. Tonight would be her night, to get Molly back for everything. For torturing her. Taking away so many title opportunities. Taking Chris.
With that thought, Trish stormed out the door. She didn't know exactly where she wanted to go. She just moved wherever her legs took her. Trish found herself passing Chris's door. Part of her was telling her to keep going. But she knew she walked in this direction for a reason. She knew she wanted to talk to him. She stopped and stared at the door.
Sighing, she closed her eyes. What could Molly have possibly done to turn Chris against her? She and Chris used to be really close. Practically best friends. Best friends turning into something more. Trish smiled at the thought, remembering the first time Chris had kissed her. She remembered being really upset about something Molly had done to her, and she turned to Chris instinctively. But she hadn't expected what happened next …
She was really stressed out as she stood there and described everything to him. But he wouldn't respond to her. He kept an intent gaze on her, his brows furrowed, as she spoke. And Trish could remember looking at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he was acting so strangely. And that's when it happened. He caught her off-guard in mid-sentence, as he grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her passionately, deeply …
That's when she knew she was in love with Chris Jericho.
She needed to talk to him. Her fist came up and fell down upon the door as her heart pounded out of her chest. She hadn't had a real conversation with Chris for three weeks. He'd stopped talking to her just a week after their first kiss. She didn't know what to say. How to react when he first opened the door.
The door swung open. Trish gasped silently, her eyes narrowing on the person in front of her.
Molly grinned at the shocked look on Trish's face. "Why are you here? Don't you have a match to get ready to lose?"
Trish did all she could to avoid wiping the smile of Molly's face and saving her anger for the ring. "Where's Chris?" she stated coldly, her eyes locked on Molly's.
"Don't you remember that he doesn't want to talk to you? He hates you. And who could blame him?" Molly was merely inches away from Trish's face. Trish felt her hand rising to knock Molly out on the floor, but she resisted the urge.
"Molly, as far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my ass. As for tonight, I'll be the one kickin' yours all over this arena." Trish's face began to heat up as she stood face to face with the still-grinning Molly.
"We'll see about that, little Trishy. Don't get your hopes up." The sudden slam of the door, sent Trish flying back. She balled her fists and began to grind her teeth. That girl could make her so mad! Trish couldn't wait to get Molly in the ring and tear her to shreds.
Walking down the hall, she pushed her hands through her hair. Her eyes shot up as she nearly collided into someone.
"Chris."
Her eyes were met by those of the male blonde Canadian. As he stared into his eyes, she could see that look that he'd always had for her. That look of concern, wanting, and possibly love. That look that had become more distinct in the past three weeks.
Trish felt every muscle in her chest clench as his eyes hardened on her and he replaced his look of affection with one of anger and coldness. "Chris, can I talk to you?"
Chris tried to walk around her but was stopped as she jumped in his way. "No. You've been avoiding me for three weeks. We need to talk. I need to know what's wrong."
"Everything is isn't about what you want or need. I have better things to do."
Trish felt a huge lump form in her throat as he continued to walk past her. But she couldn't give up. She needed to talk to him.
Chris turned around sharply, as the smaller blonde grabbed his arm. He pulled his arm from her grasp, staring at her once again.
Her voice wasn't much more than a quiver now, as she pleaded with him, tears stinging her eyes. "Please. Tell me what I did wrong. Talk to me."
He couldn't stand to look at her eyes. It was going to break him. He looked down towards the ground. Every memory of why he couldn't talk to her filled his mind. Every reason why he couldn't be with her. Everything he'd been told. He built up his strength again and resisted her pleas.
"Leave me alone Trish. I don't want to talk to you." With that, Chris continued walking down the hall, leaving the blonde diva alone in the hall.
The tears began to stain her cheeks as she stood there in a trance. She wondered how things could go so wrong. She was unmoved as she heard the faint slam of Chris's locker room door. Molly had actually succeeded in ripping out a piece of Trish. And all it did was made Trish want to kill Molly. She wanted to make her pay.
Author's Note: Short introduction to Chris and Trish. Don't worry the chapters get much longer after this. And you'll find out everything you are dying to know as the story goes on. But there's one catch….REVIEWS!! What author doesn't love 'em? Good or bad, send them anyway. I'll keep writing this as long as you review. That's the way it works. ; )
Author: Tay
Email: da1redgem@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Distribution: Sure but just let me know. ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: Love isn't always easy. Lita/Jeff, Chris/Trish
Content warning: Nothing that should offend you in this chapter, except maybe one curse, lol. Let me know if I do though, so I can punish myself. Lol.
Trish stared into the mirror after a few minutes of stretching. She was about to have virtually the most important match of her career. This match meant so much more to her than most people knew.
There was an incredible history between she and Molly. Just the thought of Molly Holly would make Trish cringe. From the day Molly had entered the WWE, she'd had a strong disliking for the Canadian blonde. And she'd made it her goal to bring Trish down and make her life miserable.
Trish tensed up, balling her fists, as she thought about everything Molly had done to her in the past. Costing her multiple title matches. Constantly attacking her. Calling her a list of inappropriate names. Plus, Molly had the Women's Title and Trish wanted to wear that belt around her waist again.
Her eyes narrowed as she thought about every dirty little thing Molly had ever done. But even all of that wasn't the cause of Trish's fury. Molly had done one thing to hurt Trish deeply, and get under her skin.
She stole Chris Jericho from her.
Trish didn't know how Molly had found out that she was in love with Chris Jericho. But she had. And she used it to her advantage. She'd managed to get Chris to go out with her. And worst of all, she'd managed to turn Chris against Trish. Trish could remember the pain that she felt when Chris suddenly began to give her blank stares in the hall, and ignore her. And Trish knew that if Chris was there, she probably wouldn't even be able to focus on the match.
Trish shut her eyes tightly, furiously shaking her head. She wouldn't even let that stop her. Tonight would be her night, to get Molly back for everything. For torturing her. Taking away so many title opportunities. Taking Chris.
With that thought, Trish stormed out the door. She didn't know exactly where she wanted to go. She just moved wherever her legs took her. Trish found herself passing Chris's door. Part of her was telling her to keep going. But she knew she walked in this direction for a reason. She knew she wanted to talk to him. She stopped and stared at the door.
Sighing, she closed her eyes. What could Molly have possibly done to turn Chris against her? She and Chris used to be really close. Practically best friends. Best friends turning into something more. Trish smiled at the thought, remembering the first time Chris had kissed her. She remembered being really upset about something Molly had done to her, and she turned to Chris instinctively. But she hadn't expected what happened next …
She was really stressed out as she stood there and described everything to him. But he wouldn't respond to her. He kept an intent gaze on her, his brows furrowed, as she spoke. And Trish could remember looking at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he was acting so strangely. And that's when it happened. He caught her off-guard in mid-sentence, as he grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her passionately, deeply …
That's when she knew she was in love with Chris Jericho.
She needed to talk to him. Her fist came up and fell down upon the door as her heart pounded out of her chest. She hadn't had a real conversation with Chris for three weeks. He'd stopped talking to her just a week after their first kiss. She didn't know what to say. How to react when he first opened the door.
The door swung open. Trish gasped silently, her eyes narrowing on the person in front of her.
Molly grinned at the shocked look on Trish's face. "Why are you here? Don't you have a match to get ready to lose?"
Trish did all she could to avoid wiping the smile of Molly's face and saving her anger for the ring. "Where's Chris?" she stated coldly, her eyes locked on Molly's.
"Don't you remember that he doesn't want to talk to you? He hates you. And who could blame him?" Molly was merely inches away from Trish's face. Trish felt her hand rising to knock Molly out on the floor, but she resisted the urge.
"Molly, as far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my ass. As for tonight, I'll be the one kickin' yours all over this arena." Trish's face began to heat up as she stood face to face with the still-grinning Molly.
"We'll see about that, little Trishy. Don't get your hopes up." The sudden slam of the door, sent Trish flying back. She balled her fists and began to grind her teeth. That girl could make her so mad! Trish couldn't wait to get Molly in the ring and tear her to shreds.
Walking down the hall, she pushed her hands through her hair. Her eyes shot up as she nearly collided into someone.
"Chris."
Her eyes were met by those of the male blonde Canadian. As he stared into his eyes, she could see that look that he'd always had for her. That look of concern, wanting, and possibly love. That look that had become more distinct in the past three weeks.
Trish felt every muscle in her chest clench as his eyes hardened on her and he replaced his look of affection with one of anger and coldness. "Chris, can I talk to you?"
Chris tried to walk around her but was stopped as she jumped in his way. "No. You've been avoiding me for three weeks. We need to talk. I need to know what's wrong."
"Everything is isn't about what you want or need. I have better things to do."
Trish felt a huge lump form in her throat as he continued to walk past her. But she couldn't give up. She needed to talk to him.
Chris turned around sharply, as the smaller blonde grabbed his arm. He pulled his arm from her grasp, staring at her once again.
Her voice wasn't much more than a quiver now, as she pleaded with him, tears stinging her eyes. "Please. Tell me what I did wrong. Talk to me."
He couldn't stand to look at her eyes. It was going to break him. He looked down towards the ground. Every memory of why he couldn't talk to her filled his mind. Every reason why he couldn't be with her. Everything he'd been told. He built up his strength again and resisted her pleas.
"Leave me alone Trish. I don't want to talk to you." With that, Chris continued walking down the hall, leaving the blonde diva alone in the hall.
The tears began to stain her cheeks as she stood there in a trance. She wondered how things could go so wrong. She was unmoved as she heard the faint slam of Chris's locker room door. Molly had actually succeeded in ripping out a piece of Trish. And all it did was made Trish want to kill Molly. She wanted to make her pay.
Author's Note: Short introduction to Chris and Trish. Don't worry the chapters get much longer after this. And you'll find out everything you are dying to know as the story goes on. But there's one catch….REVIEWS!! What author doesn't love 'em? Good or bad, send them anyway. I'll keep writing this as long as you review. That's the way it works. ; )