"Yes, Stacy tagged in Lita!" J.R. yelled, as the audience cheered around him. Lita knocked down both Trish and Jem and then singled out Trish by suplexing her. She beat on the blonde for some while until she did the Moonsault and got the pin. Stacy came into the ring and the two celebrated their win. Noticing this, Jem slid into the ring and hit Stacy from behind. Lita went to punch her, but she ducked and superkicked her smack dab in the chin. She raised her arms in victory as the referees checked on the fallen Divas. She and Trish then walked up the ramp as the wild crowd booed them.
Trish made yet a second appearance that night on RAW when she inteferred in the Tyson/Chis hardcore match. She grabbed a random keno stick from under the ring and hit him repeatedly with it until he tripped her with his foot. She fell down and widened her eyes when she saw the savage look on his face. She began crawling to the edge of the ring, but he dragged her by her feet back to the center. He attempted the Walls of Jericho, but Tyson hit him with that same kendo stick, breaking it in two. He lifted Chris up and powerbombed him hard against the mat. The ref counted three and the "evil couple" tried their best to make it backstage.
"Now you're making me stay by myself?" Jem asked, pouting slightly. "I'm sorry, but hey, Lisa-Marie offered to be your new hotel room buddy," Trish answered. "That's true, but still, once Stevie returns I'll be left in the dust," Jem said, irritated by the whole situation. Trish pursed her lips trying to think of someone. "Stacy?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess that would be okay," Jem replied. She was really bummed that she and Trish weren't going to be "roomies" anymore, but she needed to move on. "Let's go ask her," Trish said, grabbing her hand. They walked over to the concierge desk and asked them where Stacy's room was. "I am not at liberty to give you that information," the woman told them in a monotone voice. "But we know her. I'm sure if you call her she will be happy to see us," Trish argued. "Wait, that's it! We can just call her cell," Jem said, as if the idea was life changing. Trish left the desk and grabbed Jem's cell phone. "You smarty-pants," she said, dialing the number. "Her number is already programmed in my phone ya know," Jem told her. "Oh well. I like dialing," Trish retorted, smiling wide.
"Thanks for this," Jem said gratefully, rolling her bag into the hotel room. "It's no problem. I'd love to have you stay with me," Stacy replied politely. Jem sat on the left bed and tried to think of something to say. "Umm...good match tonight," she complimented. "Really? Thanks," Stacy said, very honored. She knew she wasn't a good wrestler, but when she got a compliment for it, she felt so wonderful. "No problem. I'm excited for our singles match tomorrow," Jem said, as Stacy nodded in agreement. "So what do you want to do?" she asked, stretching out her long legs. "I don't know. Do you want to go swimming?" Jem asked, the idea popping up out of the blue. "Totally! Let me get my swimsuit!" Stacy exclaimed, shooting up from her bed.
"Wow, nice swimsuit," Jem commented, watching as Stacy rolled her towel off her body. "Thanks, I got it on sale," she replied happily. It was a two piece that was covered in neon yellow flowers and little random specs of neon pink. Jem smiled, admiring the swimsuit and then she slowly got into the pool. "Is it cold?" Stacy asked worriedly. "Nope, it's warm. And that's because I just peed in it," Jem answered. "Ew!" Stacy exclaimed, as Jem began laughing. "I'm just kidding," she said, swimming around in the water. Stacy smirked and jumped in. She popped her head up and began swimming laps. An hour later, the two were still in the pool talking about wrestling and life. "Do you like anyone?" Jem asked curiously. "Umm," Stacy thought about it for a second. "A little, but it's a secret," she said teasingly. "Aww, come on! Tell me!" Jem pleaded. Stacy shook her head. "No," she said snickering. "Fine...I'm ready to get out. I look like a raisin," Jem replied, holding her shriveled fingers up. The two got out and wrapped towels around themselves. "First one to the room gets to shower first," Jem said, beginning to run. "Not fair!" Stacy exclaimed, grabbing her sandels and running.
Smackdown Tapings
Jem scoffed as she watched Stacy get into the ring slowly, her assests making everyone snap the button on their cameras. The ref rang the bell and the match started. Jem immediately got the upper hand by kicking the blonde. She worked her opponent's legs for the entire match until Chris came out. "What do you want?" she yelled, walking to the ropes. He held his hands up as if to tell her he "just wanted to watch." She dismissed him rudely and went back to Stacy. The taller woman irish whipped her into the ropes and Chris tripped her causing her to fall flat on her face. She rolled onto her back and sat up, her eyes locked on his. "You're dead," she muttered, sliding out of the ring. She chased him all the way backstage while the referee counted. Realizing this, she ran back out and screamed when the ten count was called. "Your winner due to count out, Stacy Keibler!" Tony Chimmel, the announcer, yelled. Her theme music blared through the speakers as she looked down at Jem, a smile on her face.
"1-2-3, action," the cameraman whispered. "Where is Jericho!" Jem demanded, kicking random things backstage. "I don't know, calm down," Trish told her. "Calm down! Are you crazy? Did you not just see my match? Stacy Keibler just beat me thanks to him!" she yelled, her damp hair flying all over the place. "Wait, okay? I have something to tell you. I talked to Eric and Monday night, you will have a rematch with Stacy," Trish informed her. "What good will that do me? Jericho is just going to come to ringside again," Jem said angrily. "You don't have to worry about that because Chris Jericho...is barred from ringside!" Trish exclaimed. The two smiled at each other and the camera fizzled off. They stopped their scene and Trish handed Jem a towel for her sweaty face. "Where is Chris anyway?" she asked curiously. Trish shrugged as they began walking to the locker room. "I have no idea. He's probably changing," she answered, opening the door to the locker room. They walked in and sat down with the rest of the Divas. "Are you two going back to the hotel or clubbing?"Amy asked excitedly. "Clubbing again? No way," Trish answered, shaking her head. "Jem?" Amy turned to the exhausted wrestling on the right. "Nope," she said, looking around for an unopened water bottle. "Alright, be losers," Amy said, walking away. Trish laughed and then handed Jem a water bottle. "I saw you looking for one," she explained, noticing her friend's surprised look. "We think alike," Jem said giggling. With that said, she screwed the off and practically threw the water into her mouth.
"We always get separate beds," Trish commented, as she and Tyson made their way into the hotel room. "Do you want a full bed?" he asked, eyeing her slyly. She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Don't get any ideas Mister. I just want to feel a warm body next to mine," she told him truthfully. She unzipped her suitcase and suddenly felt uneasy with the silence between them. She glanced over at him and sighed. "Are you mad that we haven't slept together?" she asked, stopping all movement. He stopped unzipping his bag as well and looked at her. Slowly, he walked over to her and took her hands in his. "When you're ready, I'll be ready," he said, kissing her palms lightly. "Thank you," she replied, letting out a sigh of relief.
The Thursday of that week, both Jem and Trish sat in the airport on hold for Byte This. They had been scheduled for the show for weeks and since Jem had never been on, she had many questions to ask her experienced friend. "Do I stay in character?" she asked, nervously chipping at her nails. "Well, it depends. Sometimes they ask you questions in character and out. Don't worry about it though. You'll be fine," Trish told her reassuringly. "Alright, Jem replied simply. They continued waiting for another ten minutes until the show finally started.
"No show for me tonight," Jem commented, propping her feet up on a chair. "Or tomorrow," Trish reminded her. "I know, but I thought if I told you myself, you'd think I was bragging," Jem said, watching Trish change into her wrestling attire. "It's alright. I'm happy to perform. You've got a big match Monday anyway. You know, a match live on television.
You could mess up and everyone would see," she replied, getting up. "Oh thanks. No pressure!" Jem called, as Trish walked out the door.
"I need to stop to go pee!" Jem screamed for the ninth time. "I already told you, I'm trying to find an exit to get off," Chris told her. She groaned impatiently and then scowled when she noticed Trish was smirking. "If you ever need to go pee and I'm driving, I won't stop for you," she threatened, which caused Trish to start laughing. "It's not funny!" she exclaimed, shaking violently in her seat. "Here's an exit," Chris said, getting off the freeway. He turned into a Rite Aid parking lot and even before he had parked, Jem opened the door and ran inside. "I think I'm going to go to the restroom too. Ya sure you two don't need to go?" Chris asked. Tyson and Trish both nodded in response. "Alright, see you in a sec," he said, getting out of the car. He walked inside and smiled when he saw Jem playing with a stuffed animal duck. "Done already?" he asked her. "Yeah, there was no line," she answered, pressing the duck's foot. It started to sing which Chris raised his eyebrow at. "I thought it was cute," she explained, pressing the button again. She waved her hands to the music and he pursed his lips. "Hmm," he said, as she wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes. "Shut up," she muttered, hitting his arm playfully and walking out of the store. He smiled slightly and walked to the bathroom.
Back in the car, Jem was happily enjoying the fact that she had gone to the restoom while Tyson and Trish were in the back cracking jokes and kissing. "What is taking him so long?" she suddenly asked. "Who knows?" Trish answered shurgging. "Oh, nevermind, here he comes," Jem informed them. Chris got into the car and handed her a plastic bag. "Aw, you didn't have to do that!" Jem squealed, taking out the singing duck. "Well you liked it. It's no problem," he told her, as he started the car. He looked into the top mirror and caught Trish's questioning gaze. He slowly moved his eyes to another direction and drove off.
"Your winner, Jem!" Lillian exclaimed. Trish came running down to the ring and began attacking the already beaten Stacy. Jem tried to get in on the action, but Trish pushed her aside. This action angered her heavily which the whole audience noticed. "What is your problem!" she yelled, grabbing her partner's arm. "Don't grab me!" Trish screamed, pushing Jem right in the chest. The audience watched in anticipation to see what Jem's next move would be. They all stood on their feet as the two partners began throwing punches at each other. The fight soon escalated and they found themselves rolling around on the mat, kicking and shoving. As usual, four referees swarmed to the ring trying to break them up. They finally accomplished what they had set out to do and the show went to commercials.
Backstage, it was time to tape a segment between Chris and Jem that would be shown tomorrow at the Smackdown taping. Jem had showered and was in a completely different outfit, waiting for Chris who was currently out in the ring wrestling Tyson for literally the hundreth time. "So what I want to have you do is this...," the camerman, Jason, began saying. She looked up from where she was seated and watched as he held his hands up to make certain movements. "I want you to look very relaxed and happy as if you and Chris have never had a history as enemies," he explained. She nodded at him, taking in all the information. "Trish is supposed to get very upset at the video so you have to look super friendly in it," he said just as the door swung open. "I'll shower as quickly as possible and then we can shoot the video," a sweaty Chris said. Both Jem and Jason nodded in response and in one instant, he was gone again.
"I wanted to see the segment ahead of time so I could work on how I will react to it!" Trish complained, ordering a vanilla ice cream sundae with chocolate syrup poured over it. "You really must be frustrated," Jem said laughing, referring to the fact that her friend ordered a huge dessert. Trish gave her a look and paid for the ice cream. "You get vanilla too? That's my preference as well," Jem said, changing the subject. "Really? You are the first person I have met who doesn't like chocolate better," Trish replied, smiling. She took a big spoonful and shoved it in her mouth. "Yumm," she moaned. "I'm not Tyson, sweetie. I will not get aroused by your moaning," Jem joked, as they made their way into the elevator of the hotel. "That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about," Trish said, looking very serious. Jem immediately got worried and swallowed hard. "You guys didn't break up, did you?" she asked hesitantly. Trish had to chuckle at the comment. "Of course not. Come to my room and I'll talk to you," she answered, pressing button number two.
"It's a good thing Tyson isn't here. I wouldn't have been able to tell you what I wanted to tell you," Trish said relieved, as they entered the small hotel room. They sat across from each other with serious looks on their faces. "I just wanted you to know...that...Tyson and I have not done anything together...sexually," Trish said honestly, causing a small smile to arrive to Jem's face. "I'll admit, I am happy to hear that," she replied, grabbing Trish's hand. "Thank you for telling me. I respect you and Tyson even more now," she added. The two women smiled at each other and then embraced warmly.
The Smackdown taping had just started and Trish was making her way to the ring. She grabbed the microphone and smiled arrogantly at the Cincinnati crowd. "Please calm down, stop the clapping. I know how fabulous I am," she told the booing crowd. A chorus of "slut" chants began and her grand smile turned to a frown. "I am here to tell all you good for nothing people...that Jem and I have made up. Last Monday we had a small dispute, but don't you guys worry, everything is fine. So please welcome, Jem," Trish said, pointing to the curtain. Her music hit and out came the blonde to a mixed reaction. She stepped into the ring and grabbed another microphone. "Thank you honey," she told Trish. She smiled sweetly and then turned toward the audience. "I know there is a rumor going around that I am going to leave my team. Well I can tell you right now, it is just a rumor. I am very loyal and I would never do such a thing," she said, trying to set the record straight. Just as she finished her "speech," the titantron came on and to everyones' shock, Jem and Chris were standing at a coffee stand chatting away in the most friendly manner. The screen became blank and Trish slowlyturned to Jem, a skeptical look on her face. "What the hell was that?" she asked angrily. Jem rubbed her temples, looking down at the mat. The people behind them were reeling! "I-I can't explain," she finally admitted, shaking her head. She dropped the microphone and slowly got out of the ring. Trish helplessly watched her leave and soon after, she left as well.
"Great, great, great," Vince praised them, as they walked into the empty Womens' locker room. "Thank you," they both said in unison. He handed them their scripts for Monday and a new schedule for the months of January and February. "I will see both of you in the meeting tomorrow," he said, as he walked out. They watched him leave and Jem suddenly burst into laughter. "Does it ever make you laugh the way he walks?" she asked. "Yes! It's so funny!" Trish exclaimed snorting. "Ew, did you just snort?" Jem asked, her mouth agape. "What? Shut up, you do it too!" Trish squealed. "Leave me alone," Jem defended herself, grabbing her bag. "You riding with Tyson?" she asked, changing the subject. "Yep. I will see you tomorrow," Trish answered, kissing her cheek. She took her own bag and rolled it out the door.
"Jem, wait up!" Chris hollered, running behind her. "Let me guess. You need a ride?" she asked. He nodded, out of breath. "You're driving then," she said, throwing him the keys. He smiled gratefully and popped open the trunk. They placed their bags in and then got into the car. He left the parking lot and they sped off. "Put your seatbelt on," he reminded her. "We're almost at the hotel. I don't need to," she said stubbornly. "Just put it on," he said. "You know, when people have accidents, they die because they couldn't get out of their seatbelt," she retorted, crossing her arms. Just as he turned to look at her, a bright light blinded them. A loud bang was heard and their car began spinning out of control. Jem screamed trying to hold onto something and the whole nightmare stopped when she hit her head hard against the glove compartment. She slowly slid down in her seat, dizziness taking over her. Chris on the other hand, was doing okay besides the shooting pain in his arm. It hurt so bad, but his only concern was for the woman sitting next to him. "Jem...Jem, wake up," he whispered worriedly, touching her arm. "I'm awake," she managed to say, before slipping out of consciousness. "Shit," he muttered, sliding his seatbelt off and getting out of the car. He hurriedly ran over to her side and opened the door. Her limp body fell out, but luckily he caught her just in time. "Jem, honey, please, wake up," he said frantically, hitting her cheek lightly. She didn't budge one bit and it frightened the hell out of him. He quickly took his cell phone out of his pocket to dial 911, but he soon realized his phone was out of battery. What was he going to do?
