Blue Nova
Chapter 3
"He cheated on me…" maybe I shouldn't be so surprised about this, but I am… God, I can't even think. Every time he said he loved me… Every time... It was just a big lie…
"I'm-I'm sorry Lita…" Trish sputters. Looking down, I realize that my hands are shaking. Slowly, I stop them. I'm supposed to be this macho woman, not scared of anything, because no one can hurt me. Let me tell you something – no one is immune to pain.
But it can't help to wish, can it?
Trish is still staring at me, eyes wide. Everyone loves her. She's the woman who turned from eye candy to wrestler, the pretty thing that had to go through so much to achieve what she has today. A real catch, beautiful and ambitious. Poor, little Trish.
Sometimes I feel like reminding the fans that she was the one who they booed for months straight, the boss's new whore. Or reminding them that I never was eye candy, but I tried harder than Trish to become a wrestler. Or maybe I should just tell them that the whore that they booed is still in her, only backstage and along with other wrestlers. Do I need to list the things she's done, besides sleeping with Matt, cheating on Jeff?
"Trish," I'm not exactly trying to keep my voice level, but what do I care, really? "Let me get this straight. You were going out with Jeff. You loved him. And then you started sleeping with Matt and cheating on Jeff."
Trish cringes, "I… Yes, but –"
I hold up my hand, "Let me finish Trish, and if you interrupt me, may God have pity on what's left of you." She stops and starts looking frightened. "You are a tramp, a whore, whatever your word for it is. Jeff wasn't enough for you, was he?" so what if I'm shouting now? "So you had to go jump in the sack with his brother!"
"You-you-" I what, Trish?
"Oh yeah, you were suffering from heartbreak after Edge broke up with you, right? Wait, never mind! He broke up with you because he found out that you were cheating on him with Hunter!"
"You're just jealous that I get more men than you'll ever meet in your lifetime!"
"I suppose I'd get more men, too, if I rented myself out like you do!"
"Are you calling me a prostitute?"
"Sounds about right!"
"I am not a prostitute," her voice is shaking. With anger, I guess.
"Oh, really?" I cock my head.
"If I was a prostitute," Trish started, "Which I'm not!" couldn't see that one coming for miles… "Then why would the guys pine over me when I leave them?"
"Pine? Over a tramp like you?" she's silent for a moment. "Why would they pine over you, Trish, when they know that they can get a repeat performance whenever they have some spare change?"
"You BITCH!" she leaps toward me, but it's not like that move is surprising. I duck out of the way; grabbing her hair and helping her go crashing into the floor. When she leaps, up, I spear her to the ground, grabbing at her head, crashing it against the cool concrete. Taking a brief glance up, I see that cameras have gathered, shooting it for a promo that I have yet to hear about. Behind them, there's someone behind them…
Oh, God.
It's Jeff…
Trish takes the chance to wrap her tiny little fingers around my throat and roll us around until she's on top, strangling me. Despite the fact that I'm choking to death, I still can't get Jeff's face out of my head… The look on his face, the tears pricking at his eyes…
Somehow, I manage to bring my knee up enough to collide against Trish's ribs, which sends her sprawling to the side. Ignoring the chants from the stagehands, I push past the cameras, which turn to follow me.
"JEFF!" I cry, and he won't turn around, he just keeps running. Picking up my sprint, I run past the corner he'd turned on. Someone grabs me from behind, and I go sprawling to the floor, landing on my butt. "Oomph!" Rough hands jerked me to my feet. Looking down the hall, I realize that Jeff is too far away to be caught up with. Great. Now I'm going to have to hurt this sorry ass.
"Hello, Lita," I turn to look at him, and my jaw drops. Oh no, this is NOT good… "Been a while, huh?"
Oh, shit.