Title: The Game Always Enemies
Author: Sl33p D3priv3d
Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or any mentioned wrestlers. They are merely used/borrowed for the purpose of this fictional story.
Rating: M, don't know if it helps, but yeah, it's M.
Summery: Two groups fighting for ring supremacy.
Author's Note: I just want to say that what I wrote doesn't reflect how I really feel towards the characters or the actual people, they are just playing a part. If I may have offended someone whom you really like, by all means, send me hatemail. At least I'll know someone's reading this.
He missed her.
He felt empty and incomplete. He couldn't believe that she wasn't here. The one person who could make him smile, the one person who could turn his day from bad to good, wasn't here. He missed her so much.
Chris was roaming his locker room. He had just finished his match against Sylvain and had showered when he got that feeling. It had been about four weeks since he last saw Trish and he missed her dearly. He would occasionally call her up and see how she was doing, but that wasn't enough. He had to see her, had to hold her.
Exhaling roughly, he ran his fingers through his damp hair. Thoughts racing through his head, he didn't know which one to act on. Then, in an instant, he reached for his cell phone from his duffel bag and dialled a number and exited his locker room.
Walking and talking, Chris found his way to the garage and searched for his rental. Spotting his car far off in the corner, he raced over and popped the trunk and threw his bag and slammed the door shut.
"Okay, you have it? Great, thanks,"
With a wide smile on his face, he shut his phone closed and opened the driver side door and hurriedly got in. Throwing his cell phone onto the passengers seat, he reached for his keys in the ignition and quickly roared out of the garage and down the road to his destination.
She missed him.
She felt empty and incomplete. She couldn't believe that she wasn't with him. She missed his smile, his smell, his caring and loving self. The phone conversations were great, but she still felt alone. She missed him so much.
Trish was lying down on her couch watching the latest episode of Raw. Her night was, for the most part, boring, until there was a knock at her door. Jolting up, she casually made her way to the door, still puzzled on who it could be at nine at night.
Looking through the peephole, she couldn't see anything. Bracing herself, she opened the door. Shocked and confused, her jaw dropped. Standing in front of her was Chris.
Both standing silent and taking time to gaze at one another, Chris cracked a smile and had one destination in mind, Trish's lips. Unable to withstand his emotions any longer, he closed his eyes and passionately and lustfully kissed the women whom he missed so dearly.
Kissing back with equal lust and passion, Trish let her hands roam on the man that she adored. She couldn't believe this was happening. Sensation after sensation, she savoured every second of it.
Until it stopped.
Opening her eyes, Chris was gone and she found herself lying on the couch. She had fallen asleep while watching Raw. Sitting upright, she fixed the pillow at her back and resumed lying down, shaking her head.
"Just a dream. Damn,"
Resuming her TV watching, she was shocked to see who came out next. It was two of her most favourite people in the entire world. Amy and Adam. Unable to look away, she listened intently to what she had to say.
"Whore," Trish said while glaring a hole right through the television and straight into Amy, her former best friend.
She couldn't believe how much she changed. From a slut to a full fledged whore. And to think, she used to be called the slut. Unable to fathom why on earth she would choose that slime, Adam, over Matt. He was so good to her. Unable to fathom, Trish would always wonder about that.
The announce team cutting through her thoughts, she was back to giving her full attention to Raw only to see the commercials air. Frustrated, she got up and went to the kitchen for a quick snack.
With a tray, Trish returned to the living room with a plate of toast and honey and a glass of milk. She sat down and continued with the broadcast, nosily munching away at her food.
The smile permanently painted on his face, Chris was lounging back in his chair while flying sixty thousand feet above the ground. He had managed to book the final flight out of Green Bay to Toronto. He had to see Trish and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Never in his life had he ever done anything this spontaneous, but then again, this was Trish we're talking about. He would practically do anything for her.
Anxious for the plane to touch down, Chris meticulously planned every step that would get him to Trish the fastest. Making sure to take his bag out of the compartment, he waited to file out of the plane. Not having any other luggage, he was about to surpass all the checks and get straight out of the gate with no problems.
Bombarded by a few fans who recognized him asked for autographs, which he signed graciously. Nothing could bring him down. After taking pictures and signing everything in sight, Chris was once again, on his way to see Trish.
Picking up his rental car, he roared down the highway. Everything was going according to plan and he couldn't wait to see the look on Trish's face when he got there. Popping his Fozzy C.D. into the player of the car, he sang along to "All That Remains."
Checking the time in the car and then confirming the proper time, he sped up wanting to catch Trish while she was still awake. Exiting the highway, he got on the route that would take him to Richmond Hill.
Closer and closer he got. His heart beating faster and sweat beginning to form on his brow, he was getting more and more excited. Turning off the C.D., he pulled into her lot. He turned off the ignition and popped the trunk from the inside of the car and got out. Walking over, he picked up his bag. With his hand slipping, the trunk slammed closed.
"Shit. Not too loud, idiot,"
With bag in hand, he made his way up her porch and knocked on the door.
With Raw coming to a close, Trish was becoming tired and decided to go to bed. With her plate and tray in hand, she made her way to the kitchen and threw them in the sink, too tired to wash them and pretty bummed that she missed Chris because of the accidental nap she took.
With all the lights, except for the one upstairs in her bedroom, shut off, she was about to make her ascension up the stairs when a light knock was heard at her front door. Getting a weird feeling, she cautiously made her way to the door.
Waiting patiently, Chris played with his shirt and ran his finger through his hair.
Trish opened the door and in front of her was Chris. Was she dreaming again? Chris lunged forward and began to kiss Trish with all the bottled up passion and lust he'd been harbouring for four weeks. Finally, this is where Chris wanted to be.
Only taking a few seconds to realize this was real, Trish kissed Chris back with the same intensity and started playing with his hair and showing him her appreciation. With the kiss slowing down and coming to an end, both pulled back, breathless and with the largest grins on both their faces.
"Miss me much? Cause, you know, I couldn't tell from the kiss," Chris said with the grin still on his face.
Trish laughed and gave him a playful push. With the smile still evident, she kissed Chris again making sure he got the message.
