Chapter Fourteen
Jem arrived at the WWE studio right on time at three o'clock sharp. She was scheduled for a photo shoot. Her first photo shoot to be exact. She was going to be on the cover of next months RAW magazine and they wanted a big photo spread with her in it. Her mouth dropped with amazement at the outfits that were laid out for her. One outfit was a small mini dress that was covered in lime green sequins and she instantly fell in love with it. "Hey Jem, I'm Heather," a petite woman said, coming up to her. They shook hands as more people arrived. "Big team you have here," Jem said. "I know. Too many!" Heather exclaimed, letting out a rowdy laugh. Jem smiled and then walked over to the outfits. "Can we do this one first? I absolutely adore it," she commented, taking a hold of the green dress Heather nodded and pointed to the dressing room.
"I'm going to use some bright green eye shadow to bring out the color in your eyes and to match the dress, of course," the stylist, Janet, said, as she scanned her makeup box for green eye shadow. She pulled it out and asked Jem to close her eyes. "You have very long eye lashes," Janet commented, as she gently rubbed the shadow on. "Thanks," Jem answered, trying not to laugh at the tickling sensation. She waited patiently as the rest of the eye makeup was put on and finally Janet got to the last part, her lips. "Wow girl, you have the prettiest lips I have ever seen!" she squealed, startling Jem. "Umm, thanks," the blonde said, giving out a half-smile. "You and Trish have similar lips, but yours are a little more heart shaped. Are you a friend of Trish's?" Janet asked. "Yes, we're best friends in fact," Jem answered. "Awesome. I can see how you two would be friends," Janet said, lifting up the lipstick. "I'm going to put this on first and then swab it with lip gloss, okay?" she asked, as Jem nodded.
"Good pose!" Heather exclaimed, as she snapped away on her camera. Jem threw her arms up in the air and alternated smiles and looks. "Okay now I'd like you to turn your head to the right and give an innocent look as if a halo was high above your head," Heather commanded. Jem did as she was told and basked in all the compliments that her photographer was giving her. She twirled around in the dress a bit more until finally it was time to put on another outfit. "Which one do you want to put on next?" Heather asked. "Whichever," Jem answered, shrugging. "Umm, would you like to do promo shots with your attire?" Heather asked. "Sure. I was told to bring some so I have them in my bag over there," Jem answered. "Okay. You put your outfit on and we will wash off and reapply your makeup," Heather explained, as Jem walked over to her bag to retrieve her attire.
Meanwhile, Trish, Tyson and Chris were all in a meeting of sorts in Vince's hotel suite. "I'd like to go over the storyline with you all. I watched last nights segment and I must say I would really like this storyline to go on for a long time. I think the fans are really sticking on to it, but we don't want it to get stale and boring. We need some ideas for the long run. How do you three see this storyline in your own minds?" he asked, taking off his expensive suit jacket. "Well, I think we should have Jem here since she's also going to play a major part in this storyline," Chris said first, as Vince nodded. "You're right. Where is she right now?" he asked. "She's doing a photo shoot," Trish informed him. "Okay. Can we call her? We can put her on speaker phone and she can be involved in this whole conversation," Vince suggested. Trish nodded and walked over to the hotel phone. She dialed the number and brought the phone over to the middle of the table. "Hello?" Jem's voice was heard. "Hey, it's me. Chris, Tyson and Vince are all here and we are discussing the storyline and some things we should do to it," Trish said. "Oh alright. He guys," Jem greeted, as they all said "hello" back. "Alright…now although we are far away from Jem's face turn with Chris, the question is, will Jem betray Trish or vica versa?" Vince asked. The four superstars briefly thought about it until Trish decided to speak. "I think Jem should betray me. The crowd would be more into it in my opinion. The person they like will be beating the person they hate," she said, as Vince wrote some notes down. "I can see that happening. She can screw you out of a title match and then go with Chris which makes you even more upset," he replied. "I like that idea," Jem agreed. "Me too. Jem and I will become a couple, right?" Chris asked, as Vince nodded. "Yes, as will Tyson and Trish. This next segment on RAW will actually show the world that they are a couple and were the whole time she was with you," Vince told Chris. "Great, here comes the "slut" chants," Trish said, rolling her eyes amusedly. Vince smiled just as his cell phone rang. "Excuse me while I get this," he said, getting up and going into the bedroom. "Are you having fun?" Trish asked into the phone. "Oh my God, I so am! You have to see this one green dress. It's got these sequins on it and when you twirl, it swings up. I get to keep it to!" Jem exclaimed. "You're on the cover, right?" Chris asked. "Yep. The pictures have turned out really nice. You guys have to see them," she answered. "I can't wait. You have me all excited now," Trish said. "That's the point," Jem replied laughing. "Alright, well Tyson and I are planning on going to lunch so we'll talk to you later," Trish said, getting up. "Am I coming with you guys?" Chris asked, puppy eyed. "Sure, let's go," Trish answered. "Talk to ya later," Jem said, hanging up the phone.
RAW is WAR
"Wooh! Another edition of the highlight reel, baby!" Chris yelled into the microphone. The crowd's energy literally made the entire arena move. "My guest tonight is a former womens' champion and the queen of extreme…Lita!" he yelled, as her punk theme music came on. The lights flashed and the crowd went wild as she made her way down to the ring. He brought the microphone up to his mouth, but before he could speak, Trish's music came on. Chris and Lita both frowned as Trish, Jem, and Tyson got into the ring. "Oh look, it's Slut, Goat Boy, and…Slut's Twin," Chris commented, laughing with the audience. Trish grabbed the microphone that Lita had and rolled her eyes as the crowd began chanting "Slut." "Please don't confuse me with the women in this state," she said, which caused them all to boo. Jem laughed, wondering in her mind how Trish could come up with something like that on cue. "First off, Lita, get out of my ring. Your time is up. Go make babies and then kill them," she said giggling loudly. Lita got in her face, but stepped back when Tyson neared her. Trish continued laughing until the red-head slapped her in the face. All hell broke loose as Jem attacked Lita and Chris attacked Tyson. Trish soon joined the girl's action and the ring became a war zone. Chris threw Tyson out of the ring and grabbed Trish from behind. She screamed as he put her in the Walls of Jericho much to the crowd's delight. Jem left Lita when she saw what was going on and as she tried to go after him, she ended up in the same predicament. She tapped hard against the mat, closing her eyes from the pain. Finally, Tyson pulled Jem outside of the ring and Chris went over to help Lita up.
"Ouch, be easier next time!" Jem exclaimed, holding her back, as they all sat down backstage. "Sorry, it was the heat of the moment," Chris told her, smirking. She downed a bit of her water and ran through the match in her mind. "So you end up making Tyson tap out to win the match, right?" she asked, just to make sure. "Yeah and you and Trish are left sprawled out on the mat as well," he answered. "Alright, sounds good. I'd like to change a few things with Amy though, so I'm going to go find her," Jem said, standing up. He nodded and as she began walking away, he got up. "Hey Jem?" he asked. "Yeah?" she asked, turning around. "Umm, it's nothing. I'll just tell you later," he decided. "Alright, I guess," she said and then walked away with a confused face.
"God my back is killing me," Jem complained, laying face first down on the bed. She groaned loudly into the pillow. "You'll be okay. No pain, no gain," Trish said, plopping down on the other bed. "This is becoming so common. You and me sharing a hotel room, driving to a location, staying in a hotel room," Jem listed. "This is life on the road for ya. I don't know what I did before I met you…Oh yeah, I rode with Chris all the time," Trish said, yawning loudly. "Have you and Chris ever gone out together?" Jem asked out of nowhere. "Me and Chris? Yeah…we went out on like a date, but we both realized we were better off as friends. He's into rock and partying and I like to lay back in my Jacuzzi or just watch movies all night," Trish answered. Jem wasn't the least bit shocked at her friend's revelation. There always was a certain "something" between her two good friends. "Why did you ask?" Trish inquired, cocking her head to the side. "No reason. I just always wonder about wrestlers who are single," Jem said, rolling over onto her back. "Do you want to go down the street and get something to eat?" Trish asked, suddenly hungry. Jem sat up and pulled on her shoes. "I am definitely up for that idea!" she squealed.
One Week Later
It was a Friday night and although they were not supposed to be going out, almost half of the superstars decided to go out to a local club. Jem watched as Trish looked over herself in the mirror. She had a simple black dress on and shiny high heeled shoes. She had pulled her hair up into a pony tail and she sported long gold earrings to match her golden locks of hair. "How do I look?" she asked, turning. "Marvelous. You'll knock Tyson and everyone else dead," Jem complimented. "Why aren't you going? Come on!" Trish whined. "I already told you. It's not my thing," Jem said, as Trish walked over to her friend's suitcase. She pulled out a pair of long black pants and a tight-fitting yellow top. Throwing them at Jem, she put her hands on her waist. "Put these on and come. If you don't like it there, you can leave whenever you want," Trish said, hoping she would get a positive response. Jem thought it through and then groaned. "Fine, I'll go, but I'm going to leave the minute I get there," she warned, grabbing her clothes off her lap.
: Shimmer: The Night Club :
"This place is off the hook!" Trish exclaimed, making her way into the club, her arm securely hooked inside Tyson's. He nodded in agreement as they walked over to the bar. "Can I get an apple martini and a Miller Lite?" Tyson asked, leaning over the counter. The girl winked at him and proceeded to get the drinks. Trish tried her best not to give the woman a dirty look and looked out into the crowd of dancing people. "This is crazy!" Jem exclaimed, walking up to them. "I know! Isn't it fantastic?' Trish asked, as she began dancing in place. "It took me like 9 frickin' hours to get through all of these people and to you guys," Jem complained, sitting on the bar stool. The lady came back with their drinks and looked at the other blonde. "What can I get ya?" she asked. Jem widened her eyes as she looked at the tattoo and piercings clad bartended. "Uh, I guess I'll have a roman coke," she managed to say, in awe at the woman's looks. She walked away to retrieve the drink and Jem turned to her friends. "Did you see her?" she asked, her mouth agape. "No, we just ordered drinks from her," Trish answered sarcastically. "She had like all these piercings and tattoos! I hate that!" Jem exclaimed, a disgusted look on her face. She suddenly noticed the look on Tyson's face and she gulped. "Sorry, I forgot you have tattoos," she said, as he smiled. "It's all cool, don't worry about it," he replied. Jem blew out a relieved breath when her drink arrived and she quickly took a couple of sips. "This is good," she commented. "Don't have too many," Trish told her, as she spun her way to the dance floor with her boyfriend. Jem watched as they danced, each swaying rhythmically to the music. "You want to dance?" someone asked. She turned to see a red haired man who looked to be in his late thirties. "Oh, no thank you, but thanks for offering," she said politely, taking a sip. "Why not?" he asked. Her heart began beating rapidly. She hated situations like this. "I'm just not in the mood," she answered truthfully, ordering a second drink. "You don't like me?" he asked, as she gave him a weird look. "Did I say that?" she retorted, rolling her eyes. "Oh so you're a smart ass," he said, as she laughed and nodded. "Yes, a big one," she admitted. He smiled and ordered himself a drink as well. "So what do ya say? I buy you a couple of drinks, we leave this joint, hit the town and then go back to my place for a little fun," he suggested, tracing his finger along her arm. "Um, I don't think so," she said, taking her second drink off the counter and walking away. "Hey, you didn't pay for that!" the bartender yelled after her. "Don't worry, I've got it," Chris suddenly said, coming out of the blue. The red-haired man looked at the blonde-haired man and narrowed his eyes. "She's with me," Chris explained in a cocky tone of voice.
Jem was deeply happy with herself when she made it sober back to her hotel room. She had had three drinks, but luckily for her, it hadn't ruined her perception of anything. She exhaustedly threw her shoes off and made her way into the bathroom. She washed her face and quickly changed into her silky pajamas. "Sleep," she muttered, falling into bed. Pulling the covers over her body, she rested her head comfortably against the big, fluffy pillow and soon fell asleep.
"So many people got drunk last night," Trish commented, as they waited for their plane. "Really? Like who?" Jem asked, very intrigued. "Chris for one," Trish answered, as Jem's mouth dropped. "You're kidding! I didn't even see him there last night," she said, a little shocked. "I didn't see him until we started to leave. We had to help him to the hotel," Trish replied. "That is crazy," Jem said, shaking her head at the thought of a drunken Chris. "Here you go," Tyson said, handing Trish a Muscle magazine, a water bottle and some fruit snacks. "Yummy!" she exclaimed, ripping the candy sack open. She popped three in her mouth and smiled contentedly at Tyson. "Thank you sweetie," she said, kissing him lightly. "No problem," he replied nonchalantly. Jem rubbed her tummy and got up. "You've gotten me hungry. I'm going to go over to Starbucks and get something," she informed them. She walked away and silently thanked God that there was a Starbucks in the airport. She waited in the small line and when she got to the front, she ordered an Iced Carmel Machiatto and a pumpkin scone. She paid for her items and quickly made her way back to the gate. "That looks so good," Trish moaned out, looking at the scone. "You are so gross. You have your fruit snacks and you're trying to eat my food?" Jem asked, as Trish stuck out her tongue. "Well look who's a big meanie today," she said, crossing her arms. Jem snickered silently to herself and took a big bite out of her scone. "Yumm," she said, lingering on the word so Trish would notice. "Do you want me to leave?" the blonde Canadian asked. "No, by all means, stay!" Jem exclaimed, particles of food bursting out of her mouth. "Ew!" Trish squealed, as Jem and Tyson both laughed. Their gate was called over the monitor and Trish jumped up. "I am out of here," she said, rushing to the line of people.
