Chapter Five
::Smackdown, Fresno California::
"Vince wants to put us in a love storyline," Jem said, as she and Trish pulled up into the parking lot of the arena. "Us together?" Trish asked, as Jem gagged. "No!" she exclaimed. "He wants us to be in a storyline with Chris and some new guy," she explained, as Trish raised her eyebrows. "I wonder who's going to be paired with who," she said, as Jem shrugged. "I just wish I had a love storyline with Jeff," she said, getting out of the car. "You wish you had a real life storyline with Jeff," Trish replied, as Jem giggled. "You know it," she said, grabbing her bag. The two shared more laughs until they finally got into the arena.
When they got to their locker room, Stacy ran up to them and hugged Jem. "You got another one!" the tall blonde exclaimed, handing Jem the little pink card. "Woohoo!" she exclaimed, doing the moonwalk. Trish and Stacy both laughed, watching their friend. "Did you see who sent it?" Jem asked, as Stacy sadly shook her head. "No. I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go read it," Jem said excitedly, as she skipped into the bathroom. Trish chuckled and then looked at her watch. "Hey I'll be back in a second, okay?" she asked. "Yeah sure," Stacy answered, as Trish left the locker room. She walked down the hallway looking for one person in particular and she sighed when she saw him. "Jeff," she said, as he turned to look at her. "Hey. Where's Jem?" he asked, looking behind her. "Why?" she asked. "Well you usually are always with her so I figured she'd be with you," he answered, as she crossed her arms. "What are you doing with her Jeff?" she asked concerned. "Nothing," he said defensively, as she gave him a look. "I know it's you writing her all those stupid little cards," she accused him. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "The notes," she said, as he threw his arms up. "I don't know what you are talking about. Honestly," he replied truthfully, as her mouth dropped. "It's...not...you?" she asked slowly, as he shook his head. "No way," he said. "Oh God, she thinks it's you," Trish said. "Well what do you want me to do?" he asked, confused at the whole situation. "I don't know. I'm sorry I even asked you. I'll see you later," she said, walking away. She raked a hand through her hair as she walked back to the locker room. "Who could it be?" she asked herself.
:: Meeting ::
"Hey Vince," Trish greeted, walking into the meeting room with Jem by her side. "Hey girls. Right on time," he said pleased. They both smiled and sat down. "Stephanie was trying to think of a storyline to put you both in that's a little more interesting than what you are in right now and she came up with a storyline involving Chris and a new wrestler we signed named Tyson," he informed them. "Great. When do we get to meet him?" Trish asked excitedly. "Later today, but the storyline won't start until the RAW after Unforgiven," he said. "And who is going to be with who?" Jem asked. "Well we haven't decided yet, but we think Tyson with Trish and you with Chris," Vince answered. "Oh," Trish said, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well that's all for today. Do you have matches tonight?" he asked, as they both shook their heads. "Okay, well I'll have someone let you know when Tyson arrives," he said, as they stood up. "Okay cool. We'll talk to you later," Trish said, opening the door. They walked out and once the door was shut, Trish groaned. "I want to be with Chris," she hissed, as Jem widened her eyes. "Wow," she said, as Trish shrugged. "Well, what can I say?" she asked. "Do you want to play kissy kissy with Chrissy?" Jem asked laughing. "Shut up!" Trish exclaimed jokingly, as she threw the water bottle at Jem. "Violence alert! Violence alert!" Jem yelled, making everyone look at them. They both started laughing as they stumbled away.
:: Hotel Room ::
"I can't believe the guy never showed up," Trish said, as she applied lip liner to her full lips. "He didn't just not show up. His plane was delayed," Jem replied, putting on her silk pajamas. "Whatever, it's all the same," Trish said, as she pulled on a peach colored shall. "So where are you off to?" Jem asked curiously. "Chris and I are going to go eat. I'm so hungry," Trish answered. "You're always hungry...fat ass," Jem said, as Trish burst into laughter. "Wooh, I love you," she said, kissing Jem's cheek. "Okay I'm never going to call you anything mean again," Jem replied, wiping her cheek. Trish smiled wide and jumped when there was a knock at the door. "That would be Chris," she said, walking to the door. She opened it and hugged him. "How are ya?" she asked. "Hungry," he answered, as she giggled. "Don't say that any louder. Jem will call you a fat ass," she said, as Jem giggled in the back. Chris walked into the room and waved hi to the other blonde haired woman. She smiled as she sat cross legged on the bed. "You two have fun, but I want her back by eleven," she said, as Trish snorted. "Sweetie, you'll be asleep by then," she replied, as Jem got underneath the covers. "You damn right I will," she agreed, burying her head in her pillow. Trish looked at her and then at Chris. "Ready?" she asked anxiously. "Yep," he answered, walking with her to the door. "Goodnight!" he called, as they both then walked out.
The next day, Trish and Jem drove to the airport for a press conference for the Royal Rumble which would be held in Madison Square Garden. They reached their gate and met up with Chris, Paul, Adam, Torrie and Stacy. Once they got on the airplane, Trish slumped in her chair and closed her eyes. "I'm so tired," she complained, yawning. "Were you and Chris doing the dirty dirty?" Jem asked, laughing to herself. "We aren't together," Trish answered. "Right, my bad," Jem said sarcastically. "Why does it bother you anyway?" Trish asked. "It doesn't bother me. I just think it's cute," Jem answered, as Trish smiled. "You like Chris, don't you?" she asked, turning the tables on Jem. "Oh God, go to sleep," Jem said, turning her head to look at the window. "Alrighty," Trish replied, closing her eyes and soon enough, she was fast asleep.
::Press Conference::
Trish and Jem got out of the limo and waved to all of the fans who were outside. The security guards escorted them into the building and told them what to do. They listened as he spoke and then walked into a small room where all the other wrestlers were. Once they saw Stacy, they walked over to her. "Hey!" Jem exclaimed, running over to her. "Hey ladies, what up?" Stacy asked. "Not much. Where did Torrie go?" Jem asked, as Stacy pointed over in another direction. They looked toward where she was pointing and saw that Torrie was talking to Paul and Stephanie. "Oh I see," Trish said smiling. "Well hello there foxy ladies," Chris greeted, joining in their group. He looked them all up and down and smiled approvingly. "Very nice," he said. "Wow. Chris thinks we look nice in business suits," Jem said, as he cocked his head to the side. "What? I'm not that shallow. I don't just want to see women in short shorts and short tops," he replied, as all three of them muttered "yeah right." He smiled slyly and then patted Trish's women's title. "Now that is nice," he said, as she laughed. "Yeah I know. You wish you had a belt," she said, sticking out her tongue. He was about to shoot something back at her when Vince came into the room. "Let's start," he said, motioning them to follow him.
"And now it's time for questions," Vince said, as all the reporters and fans rose their hands. He pointed to a black-haired woman and she stood up. "This is a question for Stephanie. Are you going to be participating in the Royal Rumble?" she asked. "Well not in the royal rumble match, but I am planning to play some part in the pay per view. Probably to ruin my ex- husband's chance of winning his match," Stephanie answered, glaring at Paul. The crowd laughed at her response and Vince called on another person. "Jem...You've been in the company for about two months and you are already one of the most popular divas. How does it feel to achieve that fan reaction in such a small time?" the man asked. "Well the whole experience of actually being in the WWE is something I can't even explain, but when I go out to the ring and the crowd just erupts, it's amazing. I love to see the clever signs that the fans hold up and their faces. It's just so great. I couldn't be happier," Jem answered, as the man smiled at her response. He sat down and Vince called on another person until the conference was over.
::Saturday, House Show in Des Moines, Iowa::
"What did Vince tell you?" Jem asked, when Trish walked into the locker room. "He said they are totally scrapping out the original idea of you and me in a love storyline. Like there will be a love part to it, but I'm turning heel," she answered. "That sucks. You and I wont be partners anymore," Jem said, pouting. "But look at it this way. We will still be in a storyline together except this time we will be fighting with each other," Trish replied. "Yeah I guess. Am I still going to be put with Chris?" Jem asked. "Yep and apparently we are going to meet the new guy today," Trish answered, grabbing her elbow pads. "Oh cool. I'm looking forward to it," Jem said, as she picked out her attire. "I want some new clothes. I'm kind of sick of what I've been wearing," she said. "You're tired of it after only two months?" Trish asked. "Yeah. I think I'm going to try out something new tonight and I'll see if I like it better," Jem said, as she sighed. "Are you alright?" Trish asked, noticing her friend's face. "I don't know. I'm a little confused actually," Jem answered, sitting down. "About what? You're attire?" Trish asked, as Jem laughed. "No...About Jeff," she answered. "Why?" Trish asked. "I've never kissed anyone before until the other day. Jeff and I kissed," Jem said smiling. "Jeff was your first kiss?" Trish asked. "Yeah, but I don't get him. One minute I honestly think he's interested in me and the next minute, I just don't think he is," Jem complained. "Your first kiss was with Jeff...I can't believe this," Trish said annoyed. "Why not?" Jem asked. "I didn't want to tell you because I wanted him to tell you himself, but obviously he's not going to admit it to you. I don't know what he's trying to do with you, but it's wrong because he's already got a girlfriend," Trish answered, as Jem frowned. "What? That's not true," she said, shaking her head. "Jem, it is true," Trish replied. "But...but the notes and our kiss!" Jem exclaimed, as Trish grabbed her hand. "Honey, it's not him writing the notes," she said, as Jem gave her a confused look. "But I was sure it was him," she said. "It's not. I asked him the other day about it and he denied even knowing about the notes," Trish replied, as Jem closed her eyes. She felt tears coming and she let them fall. "I thought he liked me," she said, burying her face in her lap. Trish sighed as she watched her. "I'm so sorry," she said, caressing her friend's hair. "I just don't get it," Jem replied, hardly audible. "Well you can talkāBut Trish was interrupted by a knock at the door. She got up and opened it to see none other than Chris. "Bad time to come and talk," she said, as he looked in the locker room. "Jem, what is wrong?" he asked, ignoring Trish's comment. He rushed over to her side concerned for her. "I...I thought he liked me, but he lied the whole time," Jem cried, as Chris looked at Trish. "What is she talking about?" he mouthed to her. "She thought Jeff liked her in a romantic way because they kissed , but now she knows he has a girlfriend and she's freaking out about it," she explained. "Aww Jem," he said, rubbing her back. She sniffled a little and then hugged Chris. She needed someone to hold on to. "It'll be okay," he whispered. She wiped her tears with his shirt and broke away from him. "I guess I can get over it, but I like him a lot," she said, as Trish walked over to her. "But you don't love him Jem. It'll be easier to get over him then you think," she reassured her. "I hope," Jem said, sobbing. "Chris, I think you should leave us alone so we can talk," Trish told him, as he nodded. "Okay, but if you need anything, just come and get me," he said, getting up. He hugged the two of them and then walked out. "Do you want to talk to Jeff?" Trish asked, as Jem shook her head quickly. "No. Definitely not," she answered, crossing her arms angrily. "Okay, but eventually you will need to confront him," Trish said. "I know, but that time is not right now," Jem replied, matter of factly. "Alright, I respect that," Trish said. "I only have one question. If the notes were not written by Jeff, then who were they written by?" Jem asked, as Trish shrugged. "We will soon find out I guess," she answered.
::Smackdown, Fresno California::
"Vince wants to put us in a love storyline," Jem said, as she and Trish pulled up into the parking lot of the arena. "Us together?" Trish asked, as Jem gagged. "No!" she exclaimed. "He wants us to be in a storyline with Chris and some new guy," she explained, as Trish raised her eyebrows. "I wonder who's going to be paired with who," she said, as Jem shrugged. "I just wish I had a love storyline with Jeff," she said, getting out of the car. "You wish you had a real life storyline with Jeff," Trish replied, as Jem giggled. "You know it," she said, grabbing her bag. The two shared more laughs until they finally got into the arena.
When they got to their locker room, Stacy ran up to them and hugged Jem. "You got another one!" the tall blonde exclaimed, handing Jem the little pink card. "Woohoo!" she exclaimed, doing the moonwalk. Trish and Stacy both laughed, watching their friend. "Did you see who sent it?" Jem asked, as Stacy sadly shook her head. "No. I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go read it," Jem said excitedly, as she skipped into the bathroom. Trish chuckled and then looked at her watch. "Hey I'll be back in a second, okay?" she asked. "Yeah sure," Stacy answered, as Trish left the locker room. She walked down the hallway looking for one person in particular and she sighed when she saw him. "Jeff," she said, as he turned to look at her. "Hey. Where's Jem?" he asked, looking behind her. "Why?" she asked. "Well you usually are always with her so I figured she'd be with you," he answered, as she crossed her arms. "What are you doing with her Jeff?" she asked concerned. "Nothing," he said defensively, as she gave him a look. "I know it's you writing her all those stupid little cards," she accused him. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "The notes," she said, as he threw his arms up. "I don't know what you are talking about. Honestly," he replied truthfully, as her mouth dropped. "It's...not...you?" she asked slowly, as he shook his head. "No way," he said. "Oh God, she thinks it's you," Trish said. "Well what do you want me to do?" he asked, confused at the whole situation. "I don't know. I'm sorry I even asked you. I'll see you later," she said, walking away. She raked a hand through her hair as she walked back to the locker room. "Who could it be?" she asked herself.
:: Meeting ::
"Hey Vince," Trish greeted, walking into the meeting room with Jem by her side. "Hey girls. Right on time," he said pleased. They both smiled and sat down. "Stephanie was trying to think of a storyline to put you both in that's a little more interesting than what you are in right now and she came up with a storyline involving Chris and a new wrestler we signed named Tyson," he informed them. "Great. When do we get to meet him?" Trish asked excitedly. "Later today, but the storyline won't start until the RAW after Unforgiven," he said. "And who is going to be with who?" Jem asked. "Well we haven't decided yet, but we think Tyson with Trish and you with Chris," Vince answered. "Oh," Trish said, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well that's all for today. Do you have matches tonight?" he asked, as they both shook their heads. "Okay, well I'll have someone let you know when Tyson arrives," he said, as they stood up. "Okay cool. We'll talk to you later," Trish said, opening the door. They walked out and once the door was shut, Trish groaned. "I want to be with Chris," she hissed, as Jem widened her eyes. "Wow," she said, as Trish shrugged. "Well, what can I say?" she asked. "Do you want to play kissy kissy with Chrissy?" Jem asked laughing. "Shut up!" Trish exclaimed jokingly, as she threw the water bottle at Jem. "Violence alert! Violence alert!" Jem yelled, making everyone look at them. They both started laughing as they stumbled away.
:: Hotel Room ::
"I can't believe the guy never showed up," Trish said, as she applied lip liner to her full lips. "He didn't just not show up. His plane was delayed," Jem replied, putting on her silk pajamas. "Whatever, it's all the same," Trish said, as she pulled on a peach colored shall. "So where are you off to?" Jem asked curiously. "Chris and I are going to go eat. I'm so hungry," Trish answered. "You're always hungry...fat ass," Jem said, as Trish burst into laughter. "Wooh, I love you," she said, kissing Jem's cheek. "Okay I'm never going to call you anything mean again," Jem replied, wiping her cheek. Trish smiled wide and jumped when there was a knock at the door. "That would be Chris," she said, walking to the door. She opened it and hugged him. "How are ya?" she asked. "Hungry," he answered, as she giggled. "Don't say that any louder. Jem will call you a fat ass," she said, as Jem giggled in the back. Chris walked into the room and waved hi to the other blonde haired woman. She smiled as she sat cross legged on the bed. "You two have fun, but I want her back by eleven," she said, as Trish snorted. "Sweetie, you'll be asleep by then," she replied, as Jem got underneath the covers. "You damn right I will," she agreed, burying her head in her pillow. Trish looked at her and then at Chris. "Ready?" she asked anxiously. "Yep," he answered, walking with her to the door. "Goodnight!" he called, as they both then walked out.
The next day, Trish and Jem drove to the airport for a press conference for the Royal Rumble which would be held in Madison Square Garden. They reached their gate and met up with Chris, Paul, Adam, Torrie and Stacy. Once they got on the airplane, Trish slumped in her chair and closed her eyes. "I'm so tired," she complained, yawning. "Were you and Chris doing the dirty dirty?" Jem asked, laughing to herself. "We aren't together," Trish answered. "Right, my bad," Jem said sarcastically. "Why does it bother you anyway?" Trish asked. "It doesn't bother me. I just think it's cute," Jem answered, as Trish smiled. "You like Chris, don't you?" she asked, turning the tables on Jem. "Oh God, go to sleep," Jem said, turning her head to look at the window. "Alrighty," Trish replied, closing her eyes and soon enough, she was fast asleep.
::Press Conference::
Trish and Jem got out of the limo and waved to all of the fans who were outside. The security guards escorted them into the building and told them what to do. They listened as he spoke and then walked into a small room where all the other wrestlers were. Once they saw Stacy, they walked over to her. "Hey!" Jem exclaimed, running over to her. "Hey ladies, what up?" Stacy asked. "Not much. Where did Torrie go?" Jem asked, as Stacy pointed over in another direction. They looked toward where she was pointing and saw that Torrie was talking to Paul and Stephanie. "Oh I see," Trish said smiling. "Well hello there foxy ladies," Chris greeted, joining in their group. He looked them all up and down and smiled approvingly. "Very nice," he said. "Wow. Chris thinks we look nice in business suits," Jem said, as he cocked his head to the side. "What? I'm not that shallow. I don't just want to see women in short shorts and short tops," he replied, as all three of them muttered "yeah right." He smiled slyly and then patted Trish's women's title. "Now that is nice," he said, as she laughed. "Yeah I know. You wish you had a belt," she said, sticking out her tongue. He was about to shoot something back at her when Vince came into the room. "Let's start," he said, motioning them to follow him.
"And now it's time for questions," Vince said, as all the reporters and fans rose their hands. He pointed to a black-haired woman and she stood up. "This is a question for Stephanie. Are you going to be participating in the Royal Rumble?" she asked. "Well not in the royal rumble match, but I am planning to play some part in the pay per view. Probably to ruin my ex- husband's chance of winning his match," Stephanie answered, glaring at Paul. The crowd laughed at her response and Vince called on another person. "Jem...You've been in the company for about two months and you are already one of the most popular divas. How does it feel to achieve that fan reaction in such a small time?" the man asked. "Well the whole experience of actually being in the WWE is something I can't even explain, but when I go out to the ring and the crowd just erupts, it's amazing. I love to see the clever signs that the fans hold up and their faces. It's just so great. I couldn't be happier," Jem answered, as the man smiled at her response. He sat down and Vince called on another person until the conference was over.
::Saturday, House Show in Des Moines, Iowa::
"What did Vince tell you?" Jem asked, when Trish walked into the locker room. "He said they are totally scrapping out the original idea of you and me in a love storyline. Like there will be a love part to it, but I'm turning heel," she answered. "That sucks. You and I wont be partners anymore," Jem said, pouting. "But look at it this way. We will still be in a storyline together except this time we will be fighting with each other," Trish replied. "Yeah I guess. Am I still going to be put with Chris?" Jem asked. "Yep and apparently we are going to meet the new guy today," Trish answered, grabbing her elbow pads. "Oh cool. I'm looking forward to it," Jem said, as she picked out her attire. "I want some new clothes. I'm kind of sick of what I've been wearing," she said. "You're tired of it after only two months?" Trish asked. "Yeah. I think I'm going to try out something new tonight and I'll see if I like it better," Jem said, as she sighed. "Are you alright?" Trish asked, noticing her friend's face. "I don't know. I'm a little confused actually," Jem answered, sitting down. "About what? You're attire?" Trish asked, as Jem laughed. "No...About Jeff," she answered. "Why?" Trish asked. "I've never kissed anyone before until the other day. Jeff and I kissed," Jem said smiling. "Jeff was your first kiss?" Trish asked. "Yeah, but I don't get him. One minute I honestly think he's interested in me and the next minute, I just don't think he is," Jem complained. "Your first kiss was with Jeff...I can't believe this," Trish said annoyed. "Why not?" Jem asked. "I didn't want to tell you because I wanted him to tell you himself, but obviously he's not going to admit it to you. I don't know what he's trying to do with you, but it's wrong because he's already got a girlfriend," Trish answered, as Jem frowned. "What? That's not true," she said, shaking her head. "Jem, it is true," Trish replied. "But...but the notes and our kiss!" Jem exclaimed, as Trish grabbed her hand. "Honey, it's not him writing the notes," she said, as Jem gave her a confused look. "But I was sure it was him," she said. "It's not. I asked him the other day about it and he denied even knowing about the notes," Trish replied, as Jem closed her eyes. She felt tears coming and she let them fall. "I thought he liked me," she said, burying her face in her lap. Trish sighed as she watched her. "I'm so sorry," she said, caressing her friend's hair. "I just don't get it," Jem replied, hardly audible. "Well you can talkāBut Trish was interrupted by a knock at the door. She got up and opened it to see none other than Chris. "Bad time to come and talk," she said, as he looked in the locker room. "Jem, what is wrong?" he asked, ignoring Trish's comment. He rushed over to her side concerned for her. "I...I thought he liked me, but he lied the whole time," Jem cried, as Chris looked at Trish. "What is she talking about?" he mouthed to her. "She thought Jeff liked her in a romantic way because they kissed , but now she knows he has a girlfriend and she's freaking out about it," she explained. "Aww Jem," he said, rubbing her back. She sniffled a little and then hugged Chris. She needed someone to hold on to. "It'll be okay," he whispered. She wiped her tears with his shirt and broke away from him. "I guess I can get over it, but I like him a lot," she said, as Trish walked over to her. "But you don't love him Jem. It'll be easier to get over him then you think," she reassured her. "I hope," Jem said, sobbing. "Chris, I think you should leave us alone so we can talk," Trish told him, as he nodded. "Okay, but if you need anything, just come and get me," he said, getting up. He hugged the two of them and then walked out. "Do you want to talk to Jeff?" Trish asked, as Jem shook her head quickly. "No. Definitely not," she answered, crossing her arms angrily. "Okay, but eventually you will need to confront him," Trish said. "I know, but that time is not right now," Jem replied, matter of factly. "Alright, I respect that," Trish said. "I only have one question. If the notes were not written by Jeff, then who were they written by?" Jem asked, as Trish shrugged. "We will soon find out I guess," she answered.
