Chapter Eighty-Three: Jessica's P.O.V.

September 12, 2004

Unforgiven

"Hey, Jess," Stacy greeted as she sat across the table from me down in catering. "I got the info you wanted."

"Awesome," I smiled. I had asked the long-legged Diva to do some research on all of the single Raw Divas for John. "Let's hear it."

"Well, the only ones that are single are Trish and Amy. Amy just broke up with Matt about a week ago so I seriously doubt she would want to get with anybody that soon."

"And Trish?"

"Personally, I think John is exactly what Trish needs. Ever since her breakup with Y2J, she's sworn off all men. And I think that John could change her mind."

"Yeah, but do you think Trish could change John's mind?"

"What are you saying, Jess?"

"I'm saying that John thinks that he can't give a girl the attention she needs with him being on the road all the time."

"But it'll be different with Trish. She's in the same business as he is. I mean, you always find time to spend with him. Enough for people to think that you two were actually going out. So, being on a different show shouldn't pose as a problem either."

"Yeah, you're right. Now, we just have to figure out a time and place."

"What kind of evil scheme are you two ladies planning now?" Randy questioned, walking up behind Stacy.

"That's only for us to know," Stacy smiled.

"Secrets don't make friends, Stace."

"No, but they make people wonder," I told him. "But don't worry; it's nothing that involves you."

"Well, that's good. Oh, and Jess, Dave said he's going to be a little late coming over tonight. Something about having to celebrate with Paul tonight after our match."

"Okay, that's fine."

"You're actually going to let him go out with those two goons?" Stacy asked.

"Not by choice, but he has to make them believe that he wants nothing to do with me. At least for right now. And if he refuses to go out and party, then they might get suspicious."

"So, you're not scared that something might happen?"

"I have my doubts sometimes, but they all disappear when he comes to my room every night and tells me that he loves me."

"Okay, I think that's a good place to stop this conversation," Randy said, grinning. "I don't need to know the intimate details."

"I wasn't going to give you any."

November 14, 2004

Survivor Series

Tonight was it. Both John and Trish had finally, with much persuasion from Stacy and myself, agreed to go on a blind date with each other.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, J," John said, as I walked him to his locker room.

"Trust me, John, you'll be happy you did," I smiled. "Just make sure you're ready and in the hotel lobby by ten thirty."

"Alright, J. I get it. You've only told me three times in the last five minutes."

"I'm sorry, John," I apologized as we stood in front of his locker room. "By the way, you don't need to get all dressed up. Just be yourself, she'll appreciate it."

He nodded and gave me a hug before opening the locker room door and walking in.

I turned around and had started to head back towards catering when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a nearby storage room.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Paul growled.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as his grip tightened around my arm.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You must have forgotten that I'm married to Stephanie McMahon. I know everything that is going on in this business. And that includes your plans for Evolution."

"It's nothing less than what you deserve, you egotistical son of a bitch," I told him, but immediately regretted it as the hand that wasn't grasping my arm, balled into a fist and came across my face.

I gasped a little before he started ranting again. "You little bitch! You think that just because Dave dropped you like a bad habit, you can take all the anger you have for him out on me and Ric? Let me tell you something, first and foremost, Dave is a member of Evolution and he will not let some slut likeyoutear us apart anymore than what you already have."

My free hand was up at the spot where Paul's fist had just recently connected. He yanked my hand away from my face and pinned both of my arms against the wall above me.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

I stared back at him, defiantly, not saying a word.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Does that hurt?"

"What do you think?" I spat back.

"Well, take that and multiply it by a hundred and that's what you'll be feeling if you don't change your upcoming plans for Evolution," he told me and left the room as the area around my eye began to swell.