Chapter Twelve

The house show was over and it was time to go to the airport for their trip to RAW's next location. Tyson and Trish were taking up a storm while Jem tried her hardest to fall asleep. She rested her head on her hand and closed her eyes. "Hey there," a voice said, disturbing her sleep. She looked up and saw an unfamiliar face in Randy Orton. She sat up and smiled faintly. "Hi," she responded, rubbing her tired eyes. He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around the top of her seat. "Tired?" he asked, chuckling slightly. She was tempted to roll her eyes, but she decided against it. "Just a bit," she told him. "Were you up all night long doing…some naughty things?" he asked cockily. She raised an eyebrow as shock and disgust ran through her. "I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me," she said, standing up and quickly walking away. Trish noticed her friend's demeanor change and she stood up to after her. "Sit down, I'll go talk to her," Chris suddenly said, laying a hand on her shoulder. She nodded and sat back down as he walked after Jem. He picked up his pace when he noticed she wouldn't be slowing down. "Jem, wait up!" he called, grabbing her arm. She turned towards him and wiped a tear. "What?" she asked rudely. "You bolted out of your seat so far. What did Randy say to you?" he asked her, concern written all over his face. "Nothing, I'm fine," she lied, putting on her best smile. "Please tell me," he said, as she sighed. "Fine, come over here," she replied, taking him over to where the payphones were located. When he gave her a weird look, she laughed slightly. "I wanted to take you to a quiet place," she explained. "Okay, now what happened?" he asked impatiently. "Well…he flat out…asked me if I was tired because…I was doing…sexual stuff last night. I know it's stupid to be bothered about it, but it does bother me. I've never even slept with someone before and I felt like something that I think is pure and sacred was being degraded," she told him, half ashamed of her confession. "Oh God, well…Randy is a jerk and he is still young and new to the company so he feels invincible. Please don't let it get to you," he pleaded. "I'll try not to. I know a lot of guys will do that, but I was just taken aback, ya know?" she asked, sniffling. He gave her a half-smile and brought his hand to her face. "If all the guys in this world knew you half as well as I do, they would all be crawling on the ground for you. You are kind, sensitive, funny and beautiful, what's not to love? Don't let anyone get to you because you are so much better than that," he answered truthfully. "W-wow," she stuttered out, as he took his hand away. "Let's get on the plane," he suggested, as she happily agreed.

When they arrived in Boise it was twelve a.m. and everyone was itching to get to the hotel. "Do you want to ride with me?" Trish asked Jem as they neared the rental car station. "Of course. Do you want to split the payment?" she asked back. "Yeah, let me just find out how much it is," Trish answered, walking up to the counter. "Hi there. I'd like to rent a car and I was wondering how much it is," she said politely. "What car are you looking for? We have Volvos, Mustangs, Acuras, Cadillacs…" the man trailed off. "A mustang is fine," Trish said, as the man began typing on his computer. "The amount is two-hundred and thirty eight dollars. Will you be paying cash or credit card?" he asked. "Umm, I guess credit card," she replied, rummaging through her purse. "I thought I was going to pay half," Jem said confusedly. "You can pay next time," Trish told her, setting her credit card down on the counter so the man could process it. As they waited for him to finish, Trish turned to Jem and asked her what Randy had said. "It's nothing, please don't push it. I am so not in the mood," she answered. "But I told you what happened on my date with Tyson! Come on, tell me!" Trish whined, crossing her arms. "Fine, I'll tell you in the car," Jem sighed out. She didn't want to talk about it again, but she would.

"I'm still shocked over what he said to you," Trish said, as the two of them tiredly made their way into the hotel room. "And you don't think I am?" Jem asked, setting her bag down and literally jumping into bed. She didn't care if she still had her clothes on. She was ready for some sleep! Trish followed what Jem did and got into bed. "Trainer said I get my cast off in a week," she suddenly said. Jem opened her eyes in the dark and laughed. "That was just a bit random," she said, as Trish giggled. "I know, but I'm suddenly not tired anymore. Are you?" she asked, as Jem yawned in response. "Fine, fine…Go to sleep!" Trish exclaimed, turning over and burying herself in her pillow.

Two Weeks Later, New Years Revolution

"Here comes Trish, King!" J.R. exclaimed into the microphone. "Thank you God. She looks fantastic and that cast is finally off," King said, looking at the monitor. Trish grabbed a chair and rolled it into the ring. "Come on Chris!" she exclaimed, clapping. He noticed the chair and grabbed it. He tried to hit Tyson, but the referee took it away. "Absolutely not Jericho!" the referee yelled, sliding it out of the ring. Chris angrily turned around and got kicked right in the face by Tyson. He smiled evilly at Trish while she gave him a dirty look. He covered Chris and growled when he kicked out. He waited for him to get back up and he got into position for another kick. He did the move and ended up kicking the ref instead. Trish took this as her cue and slid into the ring with the chair. She lifted it up just as Tyson looked at her. "You think you're going to hit me?" he asked, taunting her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she repeated, as he chased her around the ring. Finally Chris knocked him down and told her to get out of ring. She nodded, but instead of obeying, she kicked him right between the legs. The entire crowd erupted into shocked boos as she jumped out of the ring and Tyson pinned Chris for the three count. "Your winner, Tyson Tomko!" Lilian exclaimed into the microphone. From inside the ring, he looked down at Trish who was walking up the ramp. A small smile appeared on his face and the cameras went to a backstage segment.

"That was so good," Jem said, her voice oozing with excitement when Trish came through the curtain. "Really? I was kind of nervous, ya know? I finally turned heel!" she exclaimed, doing a little dance. The two held hands and jumped around for a bit until Tyson arrived. "Hey," he greeted, as Jem handed him a water bottle. "Thought you might need it," she said, as he thanked her graciously. "And one for you too," she said, as Chris appeared. He took the water bottle and poured it on his head. "Thanks," he told her, out of breath. He shook his head from side to side making all the water splatter everywhere. "Ew Chris!" Trish and Jem both screamed at the same time. The two guys laughed at them and they each gave them mean looks. "Not…funny," Jem spat out, drying herself off. "You're finally a heel," Chris said, changing the subject. Trish nodded and smiled. "I know. I'm really happy. I just hope the crowd buys into it," she replied. "They will. We will make a good team," Tyson told her, as they both shared a loving smile. "Um, hello? I'm a part of the team too…that is until I betray you guys and go with Chris," Jem laughed, anticipating the moment already. "And then, just like Tyson and Trish, we will make a good team," Chris told her, a soft glint in his eyes.

"Alright so I'm going to start my highlight reel and you will interrupt it," Chris explained, looking down at his script. "Yep and then Tyson, Jem and I will all come to the ring and insult you a couple of times before you get the best of us," Trish replied. "I thought I don't say anything," Jem said confusedly. "You don't. I just mean you come down to the ring with us," Trish explained. "Oh okay. I get it," Jem said, snacking away on some crackers. "Give me one of those," Chris demanded. "No way! These are mine," she said, sticking out her tongue. "Just one?" he asked, pouting. "Come on Jem, how can you resist that face?" Trish asked her, rolling her eyes. Jem giggled and gave him two. "There," she said, popping one in her mouth as well. "Alright well will you tell Tyson all of this when he arrives?" Trish asked, as Chris nodded. The two women got up and exited for their locker room.

"Now I'd like to say a few words about my match last night at New Years Revolution," Chris said, as the crowd began booing. "Yes I know. Trish Stratus…turned on me. Trish Stratus kicked me right between the legs. Trish Stratus is nothing but aHe couldn't continue because Tyson's music came on and out came Jem, Tyson and none other than Trish. He gave them a disgusted look as they made their way to the ring. "Chris, darling Chris…"Trish began, as she got into the "squared circle." "You must understand that you are simply pathetic. I mean seriously, someone who calls themselves The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla? Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked, getting in his face. Chris looked from her to Tyson and he started to laugh. "Oh wow…Wait excuse me, just let me get this out," he said, as he continued laughing while holding his stomach. Trish crossed her arms as she watched him. "What is so funny!" she yelled frantically. "I'm sorry Trish. I was just standing her thinking about how you are the most vile piece of trash I've ever seen in my life," he said, as the crowd cheered. "Shut up!" Tyson suddenly yelled, grabbing the microphone. "Uh oh, goat boy has something to say," Chris said, as the audience laughed. "Jericho, I have no idea why you are laughing because just 24 hours ago, I beat your ass right in this ring," Tyson said, as Trish and Jem clapped. "I kicked you right in your pretty face and I pinned you for the one…two…three," he continued, as Chris frowned. "That's right Tomko…You did beat me right in this ring. You beat me so bad that I had to be helped to the back, but ya know what? You are going to be the one that'll need to be helped to the back," Chris said, dropping his microphone and punching Tyson. Trish and Jem quickly cleared the ring as two men battled it out. Finally a swarm of referees came down to break it up. "Hey hey hey! I am not going to have this happen on my show! You two want to fight so badly? Fine! Tonight, right here on RAW, it will be Y2J Chris Jericho against Tyson Tomko and Trish Stratus!" Eric Bischoff yelled into the microphone. "What!" Trish screamed, as Jem tried to console her. The camera panned to the ring, Eric and to Trish as RAW went to commercials.

"That was so funny when Chris spanked you," Jem said, making herself comfortable in the airplane seat. She took a sip of her water and grabbed a magazine. "I know, but it hurt! I thought he would be a little easier on me," Trish laughed, shaking her head at the memory. "You guys have a segment tomorrow again, right?" Jem asked. "Yeah, it should be funny," Trish answered, flipping through a magazine of her own. "I've got a match tomorrow for Heat against Lisa-Marie for the title. Of course, I don't win," Jem said, mocking tears. Trish snorted and then looked back at Tyson who was fast asleep. "I hate this," she said, as Jem looked up at her. "You hate what?" she asked curiously. "This whole Tyson thing. I don't understand why I like him so much," Trish said, as Jem pursed her lips out. "Mmm, I think it's love," she commented, as Trish raised a brow. She closed her magazine and shut her eyes. "I think it is too," she whispered.