Chapter Two
:: Ford Center, Oklahoma City ::
"I can't believe someone asked for my autograph," Jem said, as she and Trish walked into the arena. "Why not? You're a WWE superstar now," Trish replied, as Matt approached them. "Hey ladies," he greeted. "I have your pants and I added a little something special to them," he said, handing her a plastic bag. She took out one pair and started laughing when she saw lips on the back. "You put a mouth where my butt is?" she asked, as he shrugged. "If you don't mind me saying you have some great lips and I figured it would only be fitting to have lips on the back," he answered. "Oh jeez," Trish said, rolling her eyes. "Well thanks. They are great," Jem said, hugging Matt. "Jeff helped too, so if you see him you should thank him too," he said, as she smiled. "I'll do that, thanks for telling me," she replied. "Hey by chance have you two seen Amy?" he asked, as Trish nodded. "She went to the vending machine to get a bottle of water," she answered. "Okay thanks. I'll see you later," he said, as he parted ways from them. "Let's go to the locker room," Trish suggested, as Jem agreed. They began walking and just as they were about to go in, Jem saw Jeff. "Hey I'll meet you in there, okay?" she asked, as Trish nodded. "Hey Jeff!" Jem exclaimed, catching up to him. He turned around and smiled immediately when he saw her. "Hey, what's up? Did Matt give you the outfits?" he asked. "Yes and he told me you helped so thank you," she answered. "It was nothing," he said, flashing her a smile. Wow, that smile. She felt her knees go weak, but somehow was able to stay standing. "Well I've got to go practice for my match. I'll talk to you later," he said. She waved bye and watched him leave. "Wow," she whispered, as she walked into the locker room. "That is one good looking man," she said, as Trish laughed. "Everyone thinks that," she replied, grabbing some work out clothes. "We need to practice with Fit before we actually do the match tonight," Trish said, as Jem opened her suitcase and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay. Where is Lisa-Marie and Gail?" she asked. "I think already at the ring," Trish answered, as she began changing her clothes. "Oh okay," Jem said, doing the same thing as Trish.
They walked to the ring and Jem immediately bit her lip when she saw Jeff practicing his match. He noticed her standing there and he smiled slightly. "Here comes Fit," Trish said, causing Jem to look away from Jeff. "Hey Girls," he said in a thick Irish accent. "Hey Fit. This is our new diva, Jem," Trish said, as he smiled. "Great. Are you two wrestling each other tonight?" he asked. "Nope. We are wrestling Lisa-Marie and Gail. I thought they would be in here by now," she answered. "Here we are!" Lisa- Marie exclaimed, as she and Gail ran towards them. "Aye, you guys are late," Fit said, as Lisa-Marie pursed her lips. "Just by a second," she replied, as he rolled his eyes. "Who did Vince say is going to win the match?" he asked, as Trish rose her hand. "We are," she answered, smiling wide. "Okay. Get in the ring," he said, when he saw that Jeff and Rob Van Dam were done practicing. They got in the ring and waited for what Fit would say. "Trish and Lisa-Marie start off first and we wont have Jem come in until the end of the match," he said. He started naming off moves and he went move-by-move through the whole match. Finally it was time for Jem to come in. "What is your specialty move?" he asked. "Umm, well I do the super- kick and the 450 splash," she answered, as he raised his brows. "450 splash?" he asked, as she nodded. "That will be the finisher in tonight's match," he said. "When Trish tags you in, I want you to super-kick Lisa- Marie and then when Gail runs in, Trish will throw her out of the ring. Lisa-Marie will still be laid out on the mat so then that is when you go up and do the 450 splash. Let's see it right now," he said, getting out of the ring to watch. They played out the ending just as he said and he clapped for them. "Great ending. This is going to go over big," he reassured them, as they all smiled at each other.
"Haha, those lips look really good," Trish said, referring to the mouth on the back of her pants. Jem smiled as she pointed to it. "Kiss my ass," she joked, as they walked out of the locker room towards the curtain. "Honestly though, I love the outfit. The different colored zippers and pockets look really good. "Yeah I think so too and did you see what I added?" Jem asked, opening her jacket. "Oooh I like," Trish answered, referring to the fact that Jem had two zippers hanging down from her shirt. "Wow cool outfit," Stacy said, walking up to them. "Thanks," Jem replied smiling. "Are you guys the first match?" Stacy asked. "Yeah and you better watch. Jem is doing a 450 splash at the end of the match," Trish boasted. "Awesome, I'll definitely be watching," Stacy said, as a stagehand approached them. "Where is Gail and Lisa-Marie?" he asked, as Trish shrugged. "I don't know," she answered. "They need to be here now. Show starts in two minutes," he said frantically. "I'll go find them for you," Stacy said quickly. "Thanks Stace," Trish replied, watching her friend leave.
"Introducing first, the team of Jem and Trish Stratus!" Lilian exclaimed, as they posed in the ring. Next, Gail Kim came down along with Victoria and the match started. Jem nervously twiddled with her hands as she stood on the ring post. She extended her hand out to be tagged, but Trish never made it because Victoria or Gail would stop her. "You're hot!" someone yelled to her and she turned around and smiled at the male fan who said it. She then turned her attention back to the match and before she knew it, Trish tagged her in. She super-kicked Victoria and watched as Trish threw Gail out of the ring. She went up to the top rope and although it was only a few seconds, she felt like she was on top of the world. Everyone was standing up as she did the 450 splash right on Victoria. The crowd started a "holy shit" chant as she got the three count. "Your winners, Jem and Trish Stratus," Lilian said, as the fans all cheered. They got out of the ring and walked backstage. "Wow Jem, that was something else," Jeff said, as she smiled. "You should talk. You're king of extreme," she replied, as he cocked his head to one side. "Why thank you," he said in his best Elvis impression. "Well I'm going to go clean up, but I'll talk to you later," she said, as he nodded. "Definitely," he replied, as he watched her and Trish walk away.
"Where is Smackdown going to be tomorrow night?" Jem asked, as she, Trish, Stacy and Torrie all walked out of the locker room. "Tulsa," Stacy answered, as they walked down the long hallway. "So it's not that long of a drive?" Torrie asked. "Nope, but Trish is driving, not me," Stacy answered. "Meanie," Trish said, as they walked outside. "Wooh, the Divas!" a fan yelled from outside. "Can we have your autograph?" someone else yelled. The girls all looked at each other and decided they would stay to sign and take pictures.
Forty minutes later they finally made it into the SUV and began driving to Tulsa. "You two did so good tonight. I wonder when Vince is going to put me and Torrie in a real wrestling match," Stacy said, as Trish giggled. "When you learn how to wrestle," she replied. Stacy threw her straw at her friend and rolled her eyes. "Hey, respect the driver of the vehicle," Trish said, as Jem laughed. "Is this how you act all the time?" she asked, as Torrie threw her straw at the new diva. "Yes, get used to it," she answered, sticking out her tongue. "That's it," Jem said, grabbing her own straw out of her drink. She rolled up a piece of paper and stuck it in the straw and then spit it at Torrie. "Eww, gross!" she exclaimed, as Jem spit another one at Stacy. Suddenly Trish honked, startling the three of them. "Who are you honking at?" Stacy asked. "You guys," Trish answered. "You idiot. Honks are for outside of the car, not inside," Stacy answered. "I know that, but I didn't know what would shut you up," Trish said, as they all started laughing.
One Month Later
"Welcome to Survivor Series, here in Greensboro, North Carolina!" Jim Ross yelled into his headset. "Tonight is going to be a wild night. We've got a womens title match and a bikini match! Lots of women, woohoo!" The King yelled, as Jim rolled his eyes. "What about the main event? Triple H vs. Stone Cold vs. Shawn Michaels for the WWE Heavyweight Title," Jim said, as they flashed a promo for the match.
"Are you excited for your match tonight? You're going to be the new womens' champion!" Jem exclaimed. "Oh my God yes. I can't wait to feel that belt in my hands," Trish said. "And I can't wait to see it on you," Jem replied, as Trish smiled at her. "You know it's only been a month, but you are already my best friend," she said, hugging Jem. "Don't make me feel emotional and especially you can't. Wait 'till you win," Jem replied, as Amy walked in. "Hey, have you seen my pink belt?" she asked. "Nope, when did you have it?" Jem asked, as Amy looked around. "I had it like fifteen minutes ago," she answered. "Is this it?" Trish asked, holding up a pink belt that had cut-out stars on it. "Yes!" Amy exclaimed, grabbing it. "Thanks," she said, putting it around her waist. "Are you going to accompany Matt to the ring?" Trish asked. "Of course. I can't leave my main man alone," Amy answered laughing. "Say have you seen Jeff?" Jem asked curiously. "Yep. He's in the locker room still," Amy answered. "Okay, I'm going to go talk to him. I'll meet you by the vending machine in ten minutes," Jem told Trish, as she quickly walked out the door.
"Knock knock," she said, as she opened the men's locker room door. "Come in," Jeff replied, as he laced up his boots. "Hey Jeffro," she said, sitting down next to him. "You can't call me that. That's Matt's nickname," he commented, as she giggled. "What it doesn't know won't hurt him," she said, as he smiled. "So what are you up to?" he asked. "I'm going to go out to the ring with Trish and interfere and then she' going to win," she answered, as he raised his brows. "Well that just tells me it all," he said, as she chuckled. "What about you?" she asked. "I've got a match on Heat with Steven Richards," he answered. "Cool. I'll be watching," she said, as he pulled on her pigtails. "You do that and when I come backstage I want you to tell me what you thought of it," he replied, standing up. "Well you know I will. I always make comments on your matches," she said, standing up as well. "You sure do," he said, as they shared smiles. "I'll be waiting for you," she said, as he opened the door. "I'll be there," he replied. She walked out with him until she stopped at the vending machine to wait for Trish. She popped in a dollar and pressed the button for fruit punch Gatorade. When it didn't come out, she made a face. "Come on," she whispered, nudging the machine a little. When still nothing came out she gave it a hard, swift kick and smiled proudly when it shot out. "So you don't just use those kicks on people?" a voice asked from behind. She turned around to see Chris Irvine and she shrugged innocently. "It was giving me trouble," she said, as he put his own dollar in. He pressed the fruit punch button also and smiled at her when it came out immediately. Her mouth dropped open and she placed her hands on her hips. "Not fair," she said. "I guess I just have, how shall I say? Magical fingers?" he asked, as she rolled her eyes jokingly. "You're a loser," she said, as he held his heart as if he were in pain. "That hurts you know? I'll have to get you for it later," he replied, as he began walking away. "I'll be counting on it," she said, pointing to him. He smiled at her until he turned the corner.
"Oh no, the referee got knocked down!" Jim yelled, as he and The King watched their small monitors in front of them. Victoria grabbed a chair and waited in the corner for Trish to get up. She lifted the chair, but out of no where got speared by Jem. Trish slowly slid over to Victoria as Jem tried to wake the referee up. He slid into the ring and slowly hit the mat three times and the crowd went crazy. "Here is your winner and the new World Wrestling Entertainment Womens' Champion, Trish Stratus!" Lilian yelled, as Jem grabbed the belt and handed it to her friend. Trish looked down at it and just as she did so many times before, she began sobbing. "What's wrong?" Jem whispered. "I'm just so happy," she said, holding the belt up. The fans cheered in sheer delight as Trish and Jem got out of the ring and walked backstage. "I won!" Trish exclaimed, jumping up and down, looking at the belt. "Congratulations, Trishy Poo," Jem said, as Trish gave her a weird look. "Trishy Poo?" she asked, as Jem nodded as if it were nothing. "Don't call me that," she said. "Awww okay...Trishy Poo," Jem replied, skipping away.
"Do you want to go to eat?" Jeff asked, taking Jem off guard as she exited the locker room. "Definitely," she answered quickly, but then she frowned. "Oh I totally forgot. All the girls and I are doing a celebration party for Trish's title win," she said. "Oh okay," he replied, a little disappointed. "Tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah, sure, great," he answered, as she smiled. "Okay, see you tomorrow then," she said, giving him a quick hug.
"To the best womens' champion ever!" Stacy exclaimed, as she took a big bite out of her piece of cake. "To the second best womens' champion," Lisa-Marie corrected. "Ouch," Torrie commented, as Trish pretended to be mad. "You wanna repeat that to my face?" she asked, as Lisa-Marie nodded. "I sure will. Bring it on," she answered. Trish scrunched her nose and then threw her piece of cake at Lisa-Marie. Jem started laughing which caused her to get a piece of cake thrown at her. She slowly wiped the frosting off her face and groaned. "You asked for it," she said, grabbing a pillow off the bed and hitting Lisa-Marie with it. "Food fight!" Torrie yelled, as cake started being thrown in every direction. "Pillow fight," Stacy yelled, as they all started throwing pillows as well as the food.
:: Raw is War ::
"Seems like Victoria wanted a rematch and that is exactly what she is getting right now on Raw," Jim Ross said, as her theme song came on. "Well as long as I get to see Trish, there can be one hundred rematches," The King replied devilishly. "I just want to say that—," but Victoria was interrupted by Trish's theme song. She walked down to the ring and quickly got beat down by the bigger Victoria. "Come on Trish!" Jem yelled from the outside, hitting the mat to get her pumped. She started clapping which made the fans clap as well. Trish fought out of the headlock and "chick kicked" her opponent. She went for the pin, but Victoria kicked out. Suddenly Gail Kim ran to the ring and suplexed Trish. "Ring the bell!" the referee yelled. "Your winner by disqualification, Trish Stratus," Lilian said, but it didn't matter, Victoria and Gail were beating up on both Trish and Jem. The crowd booed with fury when Victoria held up the belt. "It's mine!" she yelled to a fan who was sticking up the middle finger at her. She and Gail left the ring as RAW went to commercials.
"I'm so glad I've got a match tomorrow. I'm kinda getting bored of just accompanying you to ringside and interfering," Jem said, stuffing her attire into the rolling closet. "Jeez, just tell me flat out why don't you?" Trish asked. "I don't mean it in a mean way. I just want to get out there and wrestle my own match," Jem answered, as Trish gave her a knowing smile. "I felt the same way for a long time. When I was a valet, I wanted to get in there and wrestle real matches, but I wasn't that great at wrestling so I was always put into bra and panties matches and what not. Look at me now though. I'm a three time womens champ," Trish said, holding up the belt. "You've come along way. It's inspiring," Jem replied, as they heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" they asked in unison. "It's me Jeff. Are we still on for tonight?" he asked back, as Jem ran to the door in excitement. She opened it and nodded. "Of course. I'll meet you outside in an hour," she said. "Great," he replied simply, as he walked away. She watched him leave and then shut the door behind her to look at Trish's confused face. "What's going on?" she asked. "Nothing, just going out to dinner," Jem answered innocently. "Okay, but don't get too involved with him," Trish said, as she folded her belt up and put it into her suitcase. "What do you mean?" Jem asked curiously. "I'm just saying I don't want to see you get hurt," Trish answered, as Jem scoffed. "Don't worry, I won't get hurt," she said reassuringly, as she stripped off her shirt.
An hour later, right at eight, Jem met Jeff outside and the two walked to his rental car. "So where do you want to go?" he asked, as they got in. "It doesn't matter. We can go anywhere," she answered, trying to hide her nervousness. He grabbed her hand and smiled. "No need to be nervous," he said, as she slumped down in the chair with weakness. "Okay," she replied, laughing slightly. He turned on the car and they were off.
:: Ford Center, Oklahoma City ::
"I can't believe someone asked for my autograph," Jem said, as she and Trish walked into the arena. "Why not? You're a WWE superstar now," Trish replied, as Matt approached them. "Hey ladies," he greeted. "I have your pants and I added a little something special to them," he said, handing her a plastic bag. She took out one pair and started laughing when she saw lips on the back. "You put a mouth where my butt is?" she asked, as he shrugged. "If you don't mind me saying you have some great lips and I figured it would only be fitting to have lips on the back," he answered. "Oh jeez," Trish said, rolling her eyes. "Well thanks. They are great," Jem said, hugging Matt. "Jeff helped too, so if you see him you should thank him too," he said, as she smiled. "I'll do that, thanks for telling me," she replied. "Hey by chance have you two seen Amy?" he asked, as Trish nodded. "She went to the vending machine to get a bottle of water," she answered. "Okay thanks. I'll see you later," he said, as he parted ways from them. "Let's go to the locker room," Trish suggested, as Jem agreed. They began walking and just as they were about to go in, Jem saw Jeff. "Hey I'll meet you in there, okay?" she asked, as Trish nodded. "Hey Jeff!" Jem exclaimed, catching up to him. He turned around and smiled immediately when he saw her. "Hey, what's up? Did Matt give you the outfits?" he asked. "Yes and he told me you helped so thank you," she answered. "It was nothing," he said, flashing her a smile. Wow, that smile. She felt her knees go weak, but somehow was able to stay standing. "Well I've got to go practice for my match. I'll talk to you later," he said. She waved bye and watched him leave. "Wow," she whispered, as she walked into the locker room. "That is one good looking man," she said, as Trish laughed. "Everyone thinks that," she replied, grabbing some work out clothes. "We need to practice with Fit before we actually do the match tonight," Trish said, as Jem opened her suitcase and grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay. Where is Lisa-Marie and Gail?" she asked. "I think already at the ring," Trish answered, as she began changing her clothes. "Oh okay," Jem said, doing the same thing as Trish.
They walked to the ring and Jem immediately bit her lip when she saw Jeff practicing his match. He noticed her standing there and he smiled slightly. "Here comes Fit," Trish said, causing Jem to look away from Jeff. "Hey Girls," he said in a thick Irish accent. "Hey Fit. This is our new diva, Jem," Trish said, as he smiled. "Great. Are you two wrestling each other tonight?" he asked. "Nope. We are wrestling Lisa-Marie and Gail. I thought they would be in here by now," she answered. "Here we are!" Lisa- Marie exclaimed, as she and Gail ran towards them. "Aye, you guys are late," Fit said, as Lisa-Marie pursed her lips. "Just by a second," she replied, as he rolled his eyes. "Who did Vince say is going to win the match?" he asked, as Trish rose her hand. "We are," she answered, smiling wide. "Okay. Get in the ring," he said, when he saw that Jeff and Rob Van Dam were done practicing. They got in the ring and waited for what Fit would say. "Trish and Lisa-Marie start off first and we wont have Jem come in until the end of the match," he said. He started naming off moves and he went move-by-move through the whole match. Finally it was time for Jem to come in. "What is your specialty move?" he asked. "Umm, well I do the super- kick and the 450 splash," she answered, as he raised his brows. "450 splash?" he asked, as she nodded. "That will be the finisher in tonight's match," he said. "When Trish tags you in, I want you to super-kick Lisa- Marie and then when Gail runs in, Trish will throw her out of the ring. Lisa-Marie will still be laid out on the mat so then that is when you go up and do the 450 splash. Let's see it right now," he said, getting out of the ring to watch. They played out the ending just as he said and he clapped for them. "Great ending. This is going to go over big," he reassured them, as they all smiled at each other.
"Haha, those lips look really good," Trish said, referring to the mouth on the back of her pants. Jem smiled as she pointed to it. "Kiss my ass," she joked, as they walked out of the locker room towards the curtain. "Honestly though, I love the outfit. The different colored zippers and pockets look really good. "Yeah I think so too and did you see what I added?" Jem asked, opening her jacket. "Oooh I like," Trish answered, referring to the fact that Jem had two zippers hanging down from her shirt. "Wow cool outfit," Stacy said, walking up to them. "Thanks," Jem replied smiling. "Are you guys the first match?" Stacy asked. "Yeah and you better watch. Jem is doing a 450 splash at the end of the match," Trish boasted. "Awesome, I'll definitely be watching," Stacy said, as a stagehand approached them. "Where is Gail and Lisa-Marie?" he asked, as Trish shrugged. "I don't know," she answered. "They need to be here now. Show starts in two minutes," he said frantically. "I'll go find them for you," Stacy said quickly. "Thanks Stace," Trish replied, watching her friend leave.
"Introducing first, the team of Jem and Trish Stratus!" Lilian exclaimed, as they posed in the ring. Next, Gail Kim came down along with Victoria and the match started. Jem nervously twiddled with her hands as she stood on the ring post. She extended her hand out to be tagged, but Trish never made it because Victoria or Gail would stop her. "You're hot!" someone yelled to her and she turned around and smiled at the male fan who said it. She then turned her attention back to the match and before she knew it, Trish tagged her in. She super-kicked Victoria and watched as Trish threw Gail out of the ring. She went up to the top rope and although it was only a few seconds, she felt like she was on top of the world. Everyone was standing up as she did the 450 splash right on Victoria. The crowd started a "holy shit" chant as she got the three count. "Your winners, Jem and Trish Stratus," Lilian said, as the fans all cheered. They got out of the ring and walked backstage. "Wow Jem, that was something else," Jeff said, as she smiled. "You should talk. You're king of extreme," she replied, as he cocked his head to one side. "Why thank you," he said in his best Elvis impression. "Well I'm going to go clean up, but I'll talk to you later," she said, as he nodded. "Definitely," he replied, as he watched her and Trish walk away.
"Where is Smackdown going to be tomorrow night?" Jem asked, as she, Trish, Stacy and Torrie all walked out of the locker room. "Tulsa," Stacy answered, as they walked down the long hallway. "So it's not that long of a drive?" Torrie asked. "Nope, but Trish is driving, not me," Stacy answered. "Meanie," Trish said, as they walked outside. "Wooh, the Divas!" a fan yelled from outside. "Can we have your autograph?" someone else yelled. The girls all looked at each other and decided they would stay to sign and take pictures.
Forty minutes later they finally made it into the SUV and began driving to Tulsa. "You two did so good tonight. I wonder when Vince is going to put me and Torrie in a real wrestling match," Stacy said, as Trish giggled. "When you learn how to wrestle," she replied. Stacy threw her straw at her friend and rolled her eyes. "Hey, respect the driver of the vehicle," Trish said, as Jem laughed. "Is this how you act all the time?" she asked, as Torrie threw her straw at the new diva. "Yes, get used to it," she answered, sticking out her tongue. "That's it," Jem said, grabbing her own straw out of her drink. She rolled up a piece of paper and stuck it in the straw and then spit it at Torrie. "Eww, gross!" she exclaimed, as Jem spit another one at Stacy. Suddenly Trish honked, startling the three of them. "Who are you honking at?" Stacy asked. "You guys," Trish answered. "You idiot. Honks are for outside of the car, not inside," Stacy answered. "I know that, but I didn't know what would shut you up," Trish said, as they all started laughing.
One Month Later
"Welcome to Survivor Series, here in Greensboro, North Carolina!" Jim Ross yelled into his headset. "Tonight is going to be a wild night. We've got a womens title match and a bikini match! Lots of women, woohoo!" The King yelled, as Jim rolled his eyes. "What about the main event? Triple H vs. Stone Cold vs. Shawn Michaels for the WWE Heavyweight Title," Jim said, as they flashed a promo for the match.
"Are you excited for your match tonight? You're going to be the new womens' champion!" Jem exclaimed. "Oh my God yes. I can't wait to feel that belt in my hands," Trish said. "And I can't wait to see it on you," Jem replied, as Trish smiled at her. "You know it's only been a month, but you are already my best friend," she said, hugging Jem. "Don't make me feel emotional and especially you can't. Wait 'till you win," Jem replied, as Amy walked in. "Hey, have you seen my pink belt?" she asked. "Nope, when did you have it?" Jem asked, as Amy looked around. "I had it like fifteen minutes ago," she answered. "Is this it?" Trish asked, holding up a pink belt that had cut-out stars on it. "Yes!" Amy exclaimed, grabbing it. "Thanks," she said, putting it around her waist. "Are you going to accompany Matt to the ring?" Trish asked. "Of course. I can't leave my main man alone," Amy answered laughing. "Say have you seen Jeff?" Jem asked curiously. "Yep. He's in the locker room still," Amy answered. "Okay, I'm going to go talk to him. I'll meet you by the vending machine in ten minutes," Jem told Trish, as she quickly walked out the door.
"Knock knock," she said, as she opened the men's locker room door. "Come in," Jeff replied, as he laced up his boots. "Hey Jeffro," she said, sitting down next to him. "You can't call me that. That's Matt's nickname," he commented, as she giggled. "What it doesn't know won't hurt him," she said, as he smiled. "So what are you up to?" he asked. "I'm going to go out to the ring with Trish and interfere and then she' going to win," she answered, as he raised his brows. "Well that just tells me it all," he said, as she chuckled. "What about you?" she asked. "I've got a match on Heat with Steven Richards," he answered. "Cool. I'll be watching," she said, as he pulled on her pigtails. "You do that and when I come backstage I want you to tell me what you thought of it," he replied, standing up. "Well you know I will. I always make comments on your matches," she said, standing up as well. "You sure do," he said, as they shared smiles. "I'll be waiting for you," she said, as he opened the door. "I'll be there," he replied. She walked out with him until she stopped at the vending machine to wait for Trish. She popped in a dollar and pressed the button for fruit punch Gatorade. When it didn't come out, she made a face. "Come on," she whispered, nudging the machine a little. When still nothing came out she gave it a hard, swift kick and smiled proudly when it shot out. "So you don't just use those kicks on people?" a voice asked from behind. She turned around to see Chris Irvine and she shrugged innocently. "It was giving me trouble," she said, as he put his own dollar in. He pressed the fruit punch button also and smiled at her when it came out immediately. Her mouth dropped open and she placed her hands on her hips. "Not fair," she said. "I guess I just have, how shall I say? Magical fingers?" he asked, as she rolled her eyes jokingly. "You're a loser," she said, as he held his heart as if he were in pain. "That hurts you know? I'll have to get you for it later," he replied, as he began walking away. "I'll be counting on it," she said, pointing to him. He smiled at her until he turned the corner.
"Oh no, the referee got knocked down!" Jim yelled, as he and The King watched their small monitors in front of them. Victoria grabbed a chair and waited in the corner for Trish to get up. She lifted the chair, but out of no where got speared by Jem. Trish slowly slid over to Victoria as Jem tried to wake the referee up. He slid into the ring and slowly hit the mat three times and the crowd went crazy. "Here is your winner and the new World Wrestling Entertainment Womens' Champion, Trish Stratus!" Lilian yelled, as Jem grabbed the belt and handed it to her friend. Trish looked down at it and just as she did so many times before, she began sobbing. "What's wrong?" Jem whispered. "I'm just so happy," she said, holding the belt up. The fans cheered in sheer delight as Trish and Jem got out of the ring and walked backstage. "I won!" Trish exclaimed, jumping up and down, looking at the belt. "Congratulations, Trishy Poo," Jem said, as Trish gave her a weird look. "Trishy Poo?" she asked, as Jem nodded as if it were nothing. "Don't call me that," she said. "Awww okay...Trishy Poo," Jem replied, skipping away.
"Do you want to go to eat?" Jeff asked, taking Jem off guard as she exited the locker room. "Definitely," she answered quickly, but then she frowned. "Oh I totally forgot. All the girls and I are doing a celebration party for Trish's title win," she said. "Oh okay," he replied, a little disappointed. "Tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah, sure, great," he answered, as she smiled. "Okay, see you tomorrow then," she said, giving him a quick hug.
"To the best womens' champion ever!" Stacy exclaimed, as she took a big bite out of her piece of cake. "To the second best womens' champion," Lisa-Marie corrected. "Ouch," Torrie commented, as Trish pretended to be mad. "You wanna repeat that to my face?" she asked, as Lisa-Marie nodded. "I sure will. Bring it on," she answered. Trish scrunched her nose and then threw her piece of cake at Lisa-Marie. Jem started laughing which caused her to get a piece of cake thrown at her. She slowly wiped the frosting off her face and groaned. "You asked for it," she said, grabbing a pillow off the bed and hitting Lisa-Marie with it. "Food fight!" Torrie yelled, as cake started being thrown in every direction. "Pillow fight," Stacy yelled, as they all started throwing pillows as well as the food.
:: Raw is War ::
"Seems like Victoria wanted a rematch and that is exactly what she is getting right now on Raw," Jim Ross said, as her theme song came on. "Well as long as I get to see Trish, there can be one hundred rematches," The King replied devilishly. "I just want to say that—," but Victoria was interrupted by Trish's theme song. She walked down to the ring and quickly got beat down by the bigger Victoria. "Come on Trish!" Jem yelled from the outside, hitting the mat to get her pumped. She started clapping which made the fans clap as well. Trish fought out of the headlock and "chick kicked" her opponent. She went for the pin, but Victoria kicked out. Suddenly Gail Kim ran to the ring and suplexed Trish. "Ring the bell!" the referee yelled. "Your winner by disqualification, Trish Stratus," Lilian said, but it didn't matter, Victoria and Gail were beating up on both Trish and Jem. The crowd booed with fury when Victoria held up the belt. "It's mine!" she yelled to a fan who was sticking up the middle finger at her. She and Gail left the ring as RAW went to commercials.
"I'm so glad I've got a match tomorrow. I'm kinda getting bored of just accompanying you to ringside and interfering," Jem said, stuffing her attire into the rolling closet. "Jeez, just tell me flat out why don't you?" Trish asked. "I don't mean it in a mean way. I just want to get out there and wrestle my own match," Jem answered, as Trish gave her a knowing smile. "I felt the same way for a long time. When I was a valet, I wanted to get in there and wrestle real matches, but I wasn't that great at wrestling so I was always put into bra and panties matches and what not. Look at me now though. I'm a three time womens champ," Trish said, holding up the belt. "You've come along way. It's inspiring," Jem replied, as they heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" they asked in unison. "It's me Jeff. Are we still on for tonight?" he asked back, as Jem ran to the door in excitement. She opened it and nodded. "Of course. I'll meet you outside in an hour," she said. "Great," he replied simply, as he walked away. She watched him leave and then shut the door behind her to look at Trish's confused face. "What's going on?" she asked. "Nothing, just going out to dinner," Jem answered innocently. "Okay, but don't get too involved with him," Trish said, as she folded her belt up and put it into her suitcase. "What do you mean?" Jem asked curiously. "I'm just saying I don't want to see you get hurt," Trish answered, as Jem scoffed. "Don't worry, I won't get hurt," she said reassuringly, as she stripped off her shirt.
An hour later, right at eight, Jem met Jeff outside and the two walked to his rental car. "So where do you want to go?" he asked, as they got in. "It doesn't matter. We can go anywhere," she answered, trying to hide her nervousness. He grabbed her hand and smiled. "No need to be nervous," he said, as she slumped down in the chair with weakness. "Okay," she replied, laughing slightly. He turned on the car and they were off.
