Chapter 2
Trish took a deep breath as she approached the locker room door. After her realisation the night before, she had decided that the time had come to sort things out. Basically she was going to beg for her friends back. Begging was not something Trish Stratus did easily but she didn't think she could survive being alone much longer. She just hoped her friends could forgive her for all she had done to them over the past few months….
Her elbow jerked backwards connecting with Chris's jaw, he fell back clutching it. Christian took advantage of Trish's 'accident' and covered Chris for the three. Jericho stared at Trish in disbelief as she looked on shocked. She crawled towards him an apologetic look on her face, she reached out and lightly grazed his cheek with her fingers. 'I'm so sorry!' she said as sincerely as she could, 'I thought you were Christian!'
She glanced at the ramp and saw Christian heading back towards the ring, she stood quickly as did Chris. Christian entered the ring and Chris started to walk towards him, Trish grabbed his arm pulling him back, 'no don't!' she cried clinging to his arm, Chris ignored her and continued to try and free himself from her grasp, 'stop it!' she screamed pulling him back once again. Chris looked at her confused 'what are you doing?' he asked. Before anyone knew what was happening Trish's hand connected with Chris's cheek, not once but twice. Christian grabbed Chris and set him up for the un-prettier. As Chris' face hit the mat Trish looked on a sick grin on her face. She walked over to Christian and he placed an arm around her waist as they left the ring together. The reached the top of the ramp and turned to gauge the audience and Chris' reactions.
Then adding insult to injury Christian grabbed Trish's hair and pulled her in for a passionate kiss as Chris looked on in disbelief, Trish pulled away and her eyes met Chris', he shook his head.
She turned and headed back through the curtain with Christian, glancing back only once at the man she loved before leaving him forever.
Trish sighed as she recalled the moment that caused all this. She looked at the nameplate on the door of the locker room, it read, 'Y2J, Chris Jericho.' She took a deep breath, reached up and knocked.
'Come in!' She heard Chris call from the other side of the door, she reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, opening the door. Chris looked up as she entered and leant back in his seat a small grin spreading across his face. 'Well it isn't the filthy, dirty, disgusting, brutal, bottom feeding, trash-bag, ho! To what do I owe this pleasure?'
'Chris please,' Trish started, 'please don't call me that.' She said quietly bowing her head.
'Oh I'm sorry, what would you prefer? Slut, whore, bitch? It's all the same to me.'
'Chris please, I just came here to……..' She stopped, 'I came to apologise.'
'You what?' Chris said in disbelief and before Trish could say anything else he burst out laughing.
'What's so funny?' She asked, her nervousness quickly being replaced by anger, she placed her hands on her hips.
'I'm sorry,' he said still laughing, 'but you're sorry? Do you think I give a shit? Wrestle Mania was 8 months ago Trish, I'm over it! You go back to the CLB or whoever you're fucking at the moment and leave me alone.'
Trish gasped tears filling her eyes, she'd never heard Chris talk like that before, sure he'd insulted her before but never as sharply as he had just then. She turned and left the room slowly still in shock of how Chris had spoken to her.
She realised that if Chris had shut her down, Lita was hardly going to welcome her with open arms.
She sighed and headed back to her locker room, she entered and didn't bother to switch on the light. She sat on the couch in the corner of the room and looked around.
As usual she was alone……..
