Author: Shantay
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. But I could name a few I'd love to own. ;)
Distribution: Sure but just let me know.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing specific. Just takes place at a random point in time.
Summary: The relationships of two couples take two very wrong turns.
Content warning: A little bit of foul language
The brunette made sure to check over her shoulders at least every 25 seconds. No one could see her. If someone found out where she was going and what she was doing there, she'd be dead meat, literally.
She rounded the corner speedily. His room was on this hall. Before approaching the door, she looked all the way down the hall, and behind her once again. The coast was clear. She went up to the door, entered the room, and shut the door behind herself quickly and quietly.
"Right on time." The brunette smirked at the man seated on the couch and replied, "As always."
"You know, this plan of yours is great. It's too much fun."
"And it looks like it's about to get better. How are things going with Lita?"
He gave a malicious laugh before continuing. The brunette took pleasure in the way it sounded. "Slowly but surely, I'm gaining her trust. She's spending more and more time in my room, talking to me."
"I'm glad to see that little bitch suffering without Jeff."
"It was a great idea to break up Jeff and Lita." She smiled deviously to herself, thinking of the clever plan she'd come up with.
She remembered the WWE party a few months back. She dressed up in some really skanky outfit, with makeup and all. While Jeff was sitting at the bar, chatting with friends, she easily slipped into the seat next to him and poured some strong alcohol into his drink. By the end of the night, he was too drunk to have a clue or even remember what was going on.
She offered him a ride back to the hotel and when they got to his room, he was out like a light. She pulled off his clothes, once he was deep enough in his sleep, and she couldn't say she was offended by the sight. She slept by him all night and in the morning, she nudged him a little before making her exit. She made sure he saw her leave without seeing her face.
The brunette laughed again, snapping out of her reminiscent state. She listened to her partner-in-crime.
"I've never really cared much for her, but she does have a hot body. I can't wait to get her in the sack." Yep, the was a little add-on to the plan. Why not make Jeff suffer more while they were at it? Jeff would have to watch his lovely Lita growing closer to another man. And in the end, the prize would be: more pain for Lita. Once she found out her new "friend" didn't even care about her, he just wanted to sleep with her, she would fall apart. This way both she and the man in the room got something out of the deal.
"And Trish…" The woman sneered at the sound of the name. She hated Trish Stratus more than the redheaded bimbo.
Once she'd noticed the budding relationship between Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho, she knew the perfect plan for getting back at that blonde bitch. All she needed was someone who hated Trish, or at least disliked her enough to not mind seeing her hurt. That's where her partner came in.
She'd found out that Ms. Prissy Missy Trish had turned him down for a date on multiple occasions. It wasn't a surprise; that girl thought she was better than anything that walked the earth. She'd gotten him to say that Trish had slept within, conveniently after she'd overheard that Trish had told Chris that she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
Yes, she knew it was a little fishy. Her friend wasn't the most honest, and upright guy. She needed extra. She began to plant little seeds of doubt in Jericho's head. She spread the rumors around the locker room. Plus, Trish was also apart of her downfall. Trish didn't have the most honorable past. In her first couple of years in the WWE, she was nothing more than a slut. She slept with almost everyone, such as Vince McMahon, Andrew Martin, Shane McMahon, Rob Van Dam, Rhyno, Adam Copeland, even Albert for crying out loud. The list went on and on. Sure she had changed, but who was to say that a person never went back to their old ways?
"I'm finally get her back for everything she'd ever done to me." Trish had no clue what was going on, so she couldn't argue it. It was picture perfect.
The impatient man on the couch interrupted her daydreaming. "Well, we need to decide where we go from here. I haven't got all day, ya know."
"Well, you keep messing around with Lita. Keep working on her. I'm sure, sooner or later, you'll get the slut to sleep with you. And make sure you rub it in Jeff's face. And I will keep Chris wrapped tightly around my finger, and make sure to dangle him in front of Trishy. I love all of this pain, don't you?"
He stood from his place on the couch and approached the short woman. "As long as it makes me happy." He reached out his hand and took hers, shaking it. "Congratulations on a brilliant plan. It's worked out perfectly so far-"
"And it will only continue." She winked at him.
"Yes. I must say I couldn't have thought of a better one myself." He released her hand, stuffing his own into his pockets.
"Thank you. I'm flattered."
"Yea. I'll keep you updated. See ya around, Molly." He made his way to the door.
"Thanks for all of the help. And remember Christian, we'll be the only winners in the end." They both smiled at each other.
Author's Note: So, what do you think? I'm trying to catch up on my writing and get back into the flow of things. I also need to catch up on my reading. So I'll get to that. But in the meanwhile, please review me.