Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, the WWE, any of its products, wrestlers, or gimmicks. I only own what you do not recognize. I do not profit from this fan fiction, or any other for that matter. In fact, I don't profit from anything. I'm just a fan girl looking to fulfill my own fantasies and those of others....teehee. :-D

Warning: If you are a fan of Trish Stratus and/or easily offended, I suggest you leave now...but if you love Trish but can handle her being a ho in this fic, go right ahead and read! Serious Stratusfaction bashing ahead! Ahoy matey.

A/N: Wooooooo!

Chapter One

"Please stop...I didn't mean to..." The young girl whimpered, looking at the large man towering over her.

As he raised his fist once again, she felt herself being jerked from her kitchen floor. She blinked her teary green eyes open and glanced at her watch. It was 2:42 a.m. and she was on an aero plane coming home from England. She glanced over at David quickly, trying to see if he was asleep, before brushing the tears off of her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" She heard him ask, and she flinched slightly at the voice. She could've sworn that he was sleeping.

"I'm fine...it's nothing...I'm okay...really." She replied, offering him a forced smile. David just raised an eyebrow at her before closing his tired, brown eyes once more. Celeste turned her head slightly towards the window and also closed her eyes, trying to force the nightmares away and get a few more hours sleep. She could feel David's smooth fingers cover her left hand.

David looked over at Celeste as the rest of the passengers gathered their things and filed out of the plane. Even the jarring of the plane landing didn't wake her. He placed a large hand on her shoulder and shook her gently.

"Celeste...Hey, C, wake up." He said as she reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Is it time to go already?" She asked groggily. He nodded with a slight smile. Celeste stood up and stretched as David gathered his things from the overhead compartment. Celeste moved to get hers too, but David was already holding the black messenger bag out for her.

"Thanks." She said, blushing slightly. He just smiled and turned, walking off towards the terminal. She followed quietly. A menagerie of people, quite a few being WWE superstars, were mingling around the baggage claim as the pair approached.

"Hey man, what took you so long?" Adam Copeland shouted, approaching David. Dave just grinned at him and Celeste looked at the two before backing away slightly.

"Just getting my bags from the overhead compartment which can be difficult when people are trying to get around you to get off the plane," He replied.

"Right," Adam grinned, looking between Celeste and David. Celeste's eyes widened and she turned around, walking towards the carousel to find her luggage.

"Smooth move, blondie." David snapped, glaring at the smaller man. Adam grinned even wider.

"Aww, our little Davey-Wavey has a crush on the Phoenix."

"Adam, I weigh about a hundred pounds more than you. You sure you really wanna run your mouth today?"

"Eh, point taken. I think I'll pass." He paused for a moment, looking as if he were in thought. "Are you sure there's nothing going on?" He laughed before jogging off towards the luggage carousel. David rolled his eyes, debating on how to get the mouthy blonde back for his comments. He shrugged and proceeded to the carousel after her.

"Sorry about him," David told Celeste as he approached the short girl. "He sometimes gets carried away with his own fantasies." She just looked back at him, smiling wearily.

"It's okay." Her soft reply finally came.

'She is cute, the way she talks. She's pretty, too. No...I can't...she's my coworker. Never date anyone on the job, especially in the wrestling business.' David thought to himself. He watched her as she struggled slightly to pull her heavy bag off of the carousel. Adam walked over to her and helped her jerk it down. She smiled at him and brushed her fiery red hair back from her face with a smile.

"Thanks, blondie." David heard her joke.

"Any time, Pyre." Adam replied with a grin, using his nickname for her. David rolled his eyes at the two.

'Figures she'd go for the blonde.' He shook his head. 'C'mon David, what's wrong with you? You can't like her.'

'Well,' He thought. 'I can go for blondes, too. How about that girl...oh...what's her name? Trish...that's it.'

"C'mon you two, we don't have all day. We've gotta be in Hartford by noon tomorrow. "

"Alright already. Chill. We're coming..." Adam said overemphasizing the word coming, shooting a grin at David.

"Not funny." Celeste squeaked, rolling her eyes. The three left the terminal without another word, except the occasional cursing from the weight of their bags.

"You're toxic I'm slippin' unnnnnderrrr... with a taste of a poison paradise...I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic...." Adam blared in the most incredibly horrible, high pitched voice the others had ever heard.

"Would you shut… the hell… up?" Chris Jericho groaned from the back seat. He looked incredibly uncomfortable. He was curled up at an odd angle, trying to get a moment of rest. But, of course, as soon as his eyes had closed and sleep had overcome him, Adam had to be retarded.

Celeste laughed hysterically at the two blondes. "Yeah, shut up junior, before you break all of the windows."

David, who generally did not laugh at such childishness, could not help but crack a smile. "Of course, I had to pick you three to travel with."

"What's wrong with us, hmm?" Celeste piped up.

"Nothing is wrong with us. We're absolutely perfect," Adam grinned. CJ had already fallen back asleep otherwise he would have been the one making a perfection reference.

The car fell silent for a few moments. The song had, thankfully, changed from 'Toxic' to another more toned-down song. Adam, always the troublemaker, turned around and stuck his tongue out at Celeste. She laughed and leaned forward, popping him upside the head.

"Ow!" He laughed, rubbing the spot on his head where she had smacked him. She grinned and poked her tongue out at him, the way he had just seconds earlier.

"Watch out or I may just have to challenge you to a match!" Adam laughed.

"You better watch out then, 'cause you know I can beat you," Celeste grinned cockily. Adam's eyes narrowed involuntarily before he rolled them. He turned around before she could retaliate. She smiled believing she had won. She slumped down in the seat and drew her legs up so that her shins and knees were pressed against the back of Adam's seat.

Before Celeste knew it, her eyes became heavy. Just as she felt the relaxation of a nap coming on, two large hands snaked around the seat in front of her and smacked the sides of her long legs. Startled, Celeste let out a shriek before slamming her knees into the seat. A resounding grunt from Adam let her know that he felt it.

"Ha!" She laughed.

"Okay, children," David said sternly, "chill."

"Sorry, Davey." Adam quipped. David looked daggers at Adam, who held up his hands innocently but finally quieted down. Celeste took this as a blessing and curled up tightly, falling asleep for the remainder of the ride.

"Where the hell is Stratus when you actually need her around," Celeste thought out loud as she became even more frustrated. She, David, Adam, and CJ had arrived at the arena a few hours before, and spent a while just hanging out with some of their other friends on the roster, but now it was time to get down to business.

"She's in the Women's locker room."

Celeste turned around. David was standing behind her, a bottle of water in his right hand. She raised an eyebrow.

"And you know this how… hmmm?"

"I saw her go in." He shrugged, and then walked off. Celeste just shot him an odd look, even though he couldn't see it. She was unsure why she was so angered by David's response. Shaking it off, she walked to the women's locker room. Surely enough, Trish was standing in the middle of the room, rummaging through her bag...of course, she had to be completely topless. Celeste gagged silently, watching as Trish's disgustingly silicon breasts flopped around with her every move. Finally, she braved walking fully into the room.

"As soon as you put those away, we need work the match." She told Trish simply, before walking to her locker. Trish sneered at her before continuing to look for her top. Celeste rolled her eyes as she knew the exact nonverbal response Trish had issued though she hadn't been looking in the blonde's direction. The red head grabbed her ring gear from the jet black messenger bag that was covered in band patches. She, unlike Trish, had at least some class; she walked into the shower area to change.

Slowly, she took of her daily attire. The first thing she pulled out of the pile of her ring attire was her plain, black, low rise tights. She slid those on, and then reached for her top. It was a halter top with a sun cut-out in the center of the chest. It was magenta in color, with four tiny orange rays coming from the sun. The neck and waistband of the top were silver. Next was her magenta and light blue headband. It was thick, and held her waist-length fiery red hair away from her face, all except for her chin-length bangs and a few wisps of hair. Her silver and magenta boots had three inch back lifts, and those went on next. Two magenta colored gloves covered her hands, followed by two light blue and silver arm bands that extended all the way to her upper bicep. Finally, she snapped on the sarong. It had a black and silver belt attached to the skirt part by small leather straps. The snaps were black in color, and from them the light blue material flowed downward and connected with the magenta fabric in waves.

Hoping and praying that Trish was dressed, she rejoined her classless counterpart in the locker room. She had finally put her breasts in a restraint which might have once been a shirt, and was putting on her too-heavy, hooker resembling makeup. Celeste just shook her head and proceeded in putting on her own makeup, though it was nowhere nearly as thick or metallic as Trish's. She wore light foundation, pink blush, and powder to absorb most of the sweat she would most certainly work up in the squared circle. Next, she worked on her eyes. She swiped a stripe of magenta eyeliner on her bottom lids and a background of shimmery light blue eye shadow on her top lids. A medium grey-black shadow accented the crease on her lids and formed a cat-eye look, pointing the corners as they traveled out slightly from her eyelid. Ending with a bit of clear lip gloss, she was ready to work the match. Trish was finally at least dressed.

'Thank God.' Celeste thought to herself with a grin.

"What are you grinning about?" Trish asked, cocking a thin eyebrow.

"Eugene's uber sexy body." She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Trish smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

"God, you're rude today. What's your deal?"

"Well, seeing as I had to listen to someone slam the bed against the wall in the hotel room next to mine last night, I'm just a bit tired and irritated, and quite frankly, you need to be a little quieter." Trish let out an angry squeak and stormed out of the locker room, pink cheeked. Celeste smirked and followed her out. She found her huffing around the ring a few minutes later.

"Let's get this thing over with." She spat.

"Gladly." Celeste calmly replied, sliding into the ring.

The two worked out their match, which was going to be live in front of thousands of fans at about ten that night during Raw.

As the two worked out, David watched on, planning on just how he could get Trish by his side.

Celeste and Trish's match that night had gone off without a hitch. Unfortunately, Celeste had to let Trish take the pin and retain the Woman's Championship belt. Celeste glared at her, yelling the occasionally curse word from the ring, as Trish walked off cockily, her belt hanging proudly on her shoulder. Finally, Celeste, or 'Phoenix', as she was know to her fans, slid out of the squared circle and walked back up the ramp, roars of support behind her. She entered gorilla to see Trish standing next to a monitor, giggling at something that... David had told her. Celeste cocked an eyebrow. David? Talking to... her? He had never liked her before...

She shook her head and walked off, not even acknowledging one of her oldest friends in the business... which definitely wasn't Trish. She didn't even notice as David watched her walk away. She went to catering, intending to snatch a bottle of water before going to shower. Surprisingly, it was nearly empty. The only person in there was Adam.

"Hey, Blondie." She smiled, walking over to him with her water in hand.

"Pyre," He nodded, also smiling. She sat down across from him.

"Awesome match tonight." He spoke up, looking at her pretty face. She grinned.

"It just sucks that Vinnie won't give me my push already. That's the third time this month I've had to let Trish beat me. I deserve that belt way more than she does." Celeste shook her head. "Hell, I don't care if they give me the Women's Belt. It's a shit belt anyways. They've run the women's division into the ground. I'll tell you the belt I really want, is the Intercontinental Belt."

Adam nodded at her, still not tearing his eyes away.

"You could do it."

"Yeah..."

"We need to talk to Vince about you getting into an IC storyline, and probably have CJ drop the belt to you." Celeste nodded excitedly in agreement.

"I also need to talk to you about something else..." Adam trailed off.

"Go ahead." Celeste urged him on with a smile.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me tomorrow night..."

End note: This is a slightly altered version of the text that began as a joint effort under Psychotic Perfection. It has been edited to make it more logical… Being mostly written between two and seven in the morning by two high school students who were rather sleep deprived, it needed some alterations. This is the only chapter we wrote on this story together. I then took it over because I was putting in the most input on it and she was no longer interested in writing on it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!