Halo Over The Devil's Head
Chapter 12
"Stephanie!" Chris shouted the words as he saw the brunette making her way toward him. By the time he made his way over to her, her mouth was already opening to speak. "I'm sorry, Steph," he said quickly before she could say anything. Stephanie shut her mouth, her eyes looking at him and contemplating his words. "I shouldn't have said those things," he added as a sort of afterthought. "God knows you didn't deserve them."
"No," Stephanie whispered softly, shaking her head back and forth with a resigned air. "I deserved most of it," she nibbled on the inside of her cheek as she looked up at Chris. "Most of the time since I've been here my intent has been to break you and Trish up," she winced at her own words, "If that's not bitchy I don't know what is." There was a long pause between them. "Look, the facts… I love you. You love Trish and Trish," she paused, longing to say 'is using' in place of love. One woman could not change that much. She had seen it in Trish's eyes lately: that contempt and evil swirling within the bogus sham Trish was putting on for Chris. "Trish loves you," Stephanie finished, the words bitter on her lips. "It's obvious the way this will turn out. I should…I should just go." Actually, what with Victoria's words pounding through her mind with fury, she didn't plan on leaving at all.
"Don't go," Chris commanded earnestly, touching her forearm with his hand. "Please," he added, his blue eyes locked onto hers. "I…I'm not sure anymore," he whispered with defeat. Stephanie looked at the confusion in his eyes and her heart went out to him. His eyes traveled to the floor as he spoke. "I loved Trish but…lately…" he looked back up at her and she got the message. He had loved Trish…and then she came.
"I'm so confused," Stephanie replied, "What do you mean, Chris?"
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know," he breathed, "I'm confused too…" he sighed once more, realizing the depth of the predicament he now found himself in. "Just…stay here," he told her softly.
Stephanie nodded but before she could say anything a stagehand walked up to Chris and spoke. "Your match is up next!" he said briefly before scurrying away, clipboard in hand. The Canadian nodded in reply and moved to go, but stopped after he took a few steps he turned and looked at Stephanie.
"You coming?" he asked.
"What about Trish?" she questioned, perplexed.
Chris paused and looked at her. "You're here now."
"What the hell are you doing here, Trish?" the woman's gruff voice demanded of the Diva that stood in front of her.
"I'm here to make a deal with you, Jazz," Trish said, her eyes boring into Jazz's. Tension thickened the air heavily as Jazz stood up, nose-to-nose with Trish.
"What is it?" Jazz asked, her tone betraying little interest in what the blonde woman had to say.
Trish ignored Jazz's pointed tone and continued speaking. "I want you to destroy Stephanie McMahon," she snarled, "I want that woman out of the WWE for good."
"And what do I get out of it?" Jazz asked, regarding Trish with dark eyes.
Trish smirked, hefting her Women's Championship up on her shoulder, enjoying the way that Jazz's eyes snapped to it. "We all know that Bischoff isn't going to put you in any big matches after you make your return this week. I'm offering you a title shot," Trish announced. "And when you lose," she giggled, "I mean, if you lose, sorry my bad! Well, Bischoff will realize that you actually have some talent and you're worth keeping on the show."
Jazz stared at Trish emotionlessly. "So if I annihilate Stephanie you'll give me a title shot," she stated, her eyes moving to the gold draped across Trish's shoulder.
Trish grinned. "Yes," she confirmed. Jazz shouldered past her, headed toward the door of the women's locker room. Just as she turned the knob, she turned and looked back at Trish.
"Consider it done."
Trish smirked to herself as she walked down the hallways. She was well aware that Chris had gone to his match with Stephanie. Scowling, the blonde hoped that Rico attacked her. It'd serve the bitch right! Who did Stephanie think she was, trying to steal her fiancé? Next time, Stephanie would definitely think twice. Of course…there would never be a next time. Trish grinned. Sure, Chris wasn't exactly wrapped around her little pinky anymore, but she was confident that soon enough it would return to normal. Jazz would take Stephanie out, Trish would console Chris and then they would get married.
Still, there was something missing… Trish smiled as she opened her cell phone; scrolling through her address book before she came to the person she was looking for. She raised the phone to her ear and hit send. "Hello," she greeted, and listened for a brief moment to the voice on the other line. "Triple H? Yeah, it's Trish. I need a favor…"
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I hope you guys liked this chapter. Er...yeah not much to say. I've survived midterms so far; I have yet to take my Geometry and English midterms. Please review!
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