Chapter Nine
At the hotel room, Trish and Torrie were sitting down on each of the two beds, snacking on some peanuts. "I guess I'll just leave her alone and when she is ready to talk, we'll talk," Trish decided. "Good idea, but tell her that so hopefully she'll calm down and you two can make up," Torrie said, popping an almond in her mouth. Trish nodded at the comment and then sighed. "I said no to Tyson today," she said, cringing at the memory. "Why!" Torrie exclaimed, completely shocked. "It's just the whole wrestlers dating wrestlers concept. I told Jem not to date wrestlers so what gives me the right to be a hypocrite?" Trish asked, as her friend smiled. "Well you know that's not always true. Billy is the love of my life and he's a wrestler," she answered. "Yeah but you aren't a wrestler my dear," Trish commented laughing. Torrie's eyes widened and she threw some nuts at the other blonde. "You're mean!" she exclaimed. "Ah well what can I say?" Trish asked, batting her eyelashes sweetly. The two girls shared a laugh and then continued on with their life stories.
An hour later a knock at the door startled them both. "Who could that be?" Torrie asked, sitting up. "Let's go look through the peephole," Trish suggested, getting out of bed. They silently tip-toed over to the door and she immediately opened the door when she saw it was Jem. "Hey," she said softly. Jem gave her a soft smile and swallowed hard. "Can I talk to you?" she asked. Trish nodded and opened the door wider for her. "I think I'll see you two later. I'm tired as hell and Billy is probably wondering where I went," Torrie laughed. She kissed them both on the cheek and exited. Trish shut the door and nervously sat down on the bed. "What's up?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "I just wanted to do the right thing and apologize. I overreacted and to be honest, it's really boring not having you around," Jem answered, as a chuckled escaped her lips. Trish lightened up and chuckled as well and without one single word, the two hugged.
One Month Later
Four weeks had gone by and Trish and Chris were already in a full fledged love storyline with Jem and Tyson on the sidelines of course. Tonight they were in Kalamazoo, Mississippi and their storyline was going to take a huge turn when during the end of their match, they would kiss.
Backstage, a nervous Trish was sitting in the women's locker room tapping her shaking hand on her knee. "You okay?" Jem asked, snapping up her wrestling boots. "Yeah, but this whole kiss is making me really nervous," Trish answered. "Why? You and Chris are like best friends," Jem countered, as Trish nodded in agreement. "I know, but how will Tyson feel?" she asked, as Jem began laughing. "Why don't you just go out with him already? He's always worried about how you feel and you are always worried about how he feels," she said, rolling her eyes. Trish looked up at her with a surprised look. "You don't mind me going out with him?" she asked. Jem got up out of her seat and began stretching while looking at her best friend. "No, why would I?" she asked. "I just thought…you know, with the whole…Jeff thing," Trish answered, hesitating to say it. "Oh Lord, you know I'm over that whole deal and man am I happy," Jem said proudly. Trish jumped up excitedly and hugged the other woman. "I love you!" she proclaimed. "Okay sweetie, now which is it? Me or Tyson?" Jem asked, as they both burst out laughing.
"Yes! Chris Jericho is going to face Maven at Armageddon for the Intercontinental Title!" J.R yelled, as Chris posed in the ring. Trish slid into the "squared circle" and the two superstars looked at each other with big smiles on their faces. In one swift movement, Chris picked Trish up and the two kissed much to the delight of the crowd. The show went to commercials and quickly they walked backstage hand in hand.
"Good match," Trish complimented Chris, hugging him. "Great kiss," he replied, as she snorted. "You bet," she said, licking her lips. "Well I'm going to go shower up. Shall I see you at dinner?" he asked, as she shrugged. "I don't know yet, but I'll call you and let you know," she answered, beginning to walk away. "Okay, see ya," he waved, as she made her way down the hallway only to be stopped by Tyson. "Hey Trish," he greeted shyly. She fluffed her hair up and gave him a wide smile. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked curiously. "Pretty good, thanks. I just saw your segment with Chris," he said, as she raised her eyebrows. "Oh, you did? Umm well you know just the storyline," she muttered, as he smiled. "Of course. After all, you and I are going to end up together in the end," he told her. She replayed that line in her head and she wondered silently to herself if the sentence had a double meaning. Would they end up together out of the ring as well? She bit her lip at the thought, but then shook her head out of those exact thoughts. "You okay?" he asked concerned. "Yeah, but I think I'm going to head on up to the locker room. I'll see you later though, right?" she asked, as he smiled and nodded. "Count on it," he answered. The two parted ways and Trish immediately ran to the locker room. "I'm such a dork!" she exclaimed, startling Jem. "I was out there talking to Tyson and I totally made myself look like a loser," she sighed out, plopping herself on one of the chairs. "It'll be alright. He likes you, you like him…it'll all turn out well in the end," Jem reassured her. "I hope so," Trish said, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
: Armageddon, Baltimore, Maryland :
"You're winner and still the Intercontinental Champion, Maven!" Lillian exclaimed into the microphone as the arena erupted with booes. Maven had already escaped the ring and Chris was left in the ring fighting with Tyson who had just cost him the match. "God King, we need the referees out here," J.R told Jerry as he watched the fight unfold. "I don't know J.R, I like the carnage!" The King exclaimed. Finally back in the ring, Chris had laid out Tyson and executed a perfect lionsault. He posed for a short time and laughed at the "unconscious" Tyson as he made his way up the ramp.
"Making her way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Jem, the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!" Lillian exclaimed. Trish got into the ring decked out in a new purple outfit with got many hoots and hollers. Victoria then made her way out and the match started.
Midway through the match Victoria kicked Trish and immediately she knew something was wrong. As the referee was dealing with Victoria, Trish rolled over to the side of the ring so she could whisper to Jem. "I think my hand is broken," she whispered, holding it in pain. "Can you hold in there? Tyson is supposed to come out in any second," Jem told her. "I'll try," Trish whispered before Victoria grabbed her and slammed her down on the mat. She quickly let Victoria know about her injury and the match's fast pace began to slow down. Finally Tyson came down and when the referee was distracted with Jem, he sidewalk slammed Trish and rolled Victoria on top of her for the pin. The referee counted three and a new champion was crowned. As the crowd showed their dissatisfaction, Jem slid into the ring to help Trish. "We'll go see the trainer," she whispered, looking down at Trish's obvious injury. "Alright, let's just get there fast," the former champion said, rolling out of the ring.
"It's broken all right. I guess it's good you lost the belt, now you won't have to defend it," the trainer said, as Trish managed a laugh. "An injury still sucks," she replied. "How long will she be out of action?" Vince asked, coming into the room. Both girls looked at him and then at the trainer waiting for a response. "It's looking like about a month and a half. She can still be apart of the storyline and do some wrestling, but not any of the heavy stuff," he informed them. "Okay thanks. Feel better Trish, we'll talk more about this tomorrow," Vince said. "Alright, see you then," she sighed out. Once he left, she stomped loudly on the ground. "I hate this!" she exclaimed, as Jem wrapped an arm around her. "Aww, poor Trish," she said, pursing her lips. "Thanks for all the sympathy," the other blonde replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "You know I love you," Jem said, as they walked out of the trainer's room. "Yeah...sure" Trish muttered.
The next night on RAW the original idea for a Trish/Victoria rematch was scratched and instead Trish was stuck out of action. "I'm having so much fun with this injury," Trish said unenthusiastically, as she watched the TV monitor. "I'm so sorry about that, honestly," Lisa Marie said truthfully. Trish smiled and stuck out her tongue. "It's alright. Injuries come with the package, eh?" she asked, as she turned back to the screen. Chris was in the ring calling out Tyson. He was angry because of the interference in Trish's match and he was angry just because Tyson…was Tyson. "Two fine looking men," Lisa Marie said practically drooling. "Well I can't disagree with that. Look at Chris's abs," Trish replied giggling. "Oh my God, I know! I just want to run my hands down them," Lisa Marie said, making the action. Trish laughed loudly at the comment and shook her head. "We are crazy," she commented. "Well actually you're psycho and I'm just crazy," Trish corrected herself. Lisa Marie grabbed the towel she was holding and threw it at the woman. "Well actually, I guess that's a compliment," she decided and happily she stood up and left the room.
