Chapter 21 – Amy

So sue me, I had no other idea on what to call this chapter, unbelievable nothing sprang up in my magistical mind. Also I am blatantly disregarding the firing of J.R and Chris Jericho. I don't own the characters, moves or anything else recognizable, so please don't sue.
Please Read and Review! Tell me what you thought. What do you think should happen? IfI like it I might add it to this twisted story of mine..who knows?

Lita took a last look in the mirror as she ran her hands through her long hair for one last time.

Her black pants were long and baggy, despite the mid-summer heat and covered the front of her black skater shoes. Her tank top was green camouflage an "L" in gothic baby pink lettering on her left breast. Her long red hair was curled gently and brighter than it had been in her entire life. Her skin glowed and shimmered. Her eyes stood out against her pale face, lined with black and her lashesenhanced with mascara. Her lips had been glossed with a sugary pink, her high cheekbones accentuated with shimmering bronzing pearls.

She stretched her right leg on the wooden bar, stretching her body to bend over and touch her toes.

She hoisted her gold championship belt over her right shoulder, running her finger over the nameplate with the word "Lita" engraved, where the name "Trish Stratus" had been almost a year ago. But just 3 weeks before she got herself pregnant she captured the championship in the hardest match of her life, and a year later, she hoped to retain that same championship.

Yes. She would completely destroy her once-upon-a-time best friend, Trish Stratus.

Trish Stratus pumped an arm into the air as her entrance music played. Her black pants and black corset-like top, with white ribbon threaded looked nothing short of fantastic, but the look on her face, however, when Lillian Garcia announced her as "the challenger" was not fantastic. She was careful not to ruin her makeup as she scrunched her face up in disgust.

Lita hefted the championship belt in the air as her entrance music blared through the PA system of the arena. Images of her flashed everywhere and fans cheered loudly at her long-awaited in-ring return, Live on Raw. Fire burned in the deepest depths of her bright hazel eyes as the crowd chanted her name louder than she'd ever heard anybody chant in her entire life.

The bell rang and Lita went straight in, yanking hard on Trish's arm, stomping on the back of her knee and putting her into the crippler crossface. Lita pulled Trish's blonde hair back with one hand, the other arm holding the crossface in place. She pulled Trish up, whipping her into the ropes with brutal force, launching herself off the opposite ropes and hitting Trish with a vicious clothesline, that, to quote Jim Ross: "Damn near took her head off."

Trish launched herself up as Lita launched herself off the ropes, landing into a perfect springboard bulldog from the ropes behind Trish. Lita waited for Trish to get up, taunting her, all the while. Trish's head was spinning, as she turned her back to Lita for no more than a second – as she turned around she was hit with a chick kick, her own finisher used against her.

Trish was out cold, but Lita wasn't done just yet.

Lita climbed the turn buckled, a small smirk forming on her lips. She kissed the tips of her fingers, extended her fingers out, launched herself backwards into the most perfect moonsault that anybody in the crowd had ever seen.

She went in for the cover and retained her championship belt in one of the most emotional matches of her life.

As she ventured backstage, nothing but support was shown from all of her co-workers. Pats on the back, hugs and big kisses were all thrown her way and she relished it.

When Trish woke up she was lying on the cold steel of an examining table, three trainers spread around her.

"Trish-" one of the trainers started, "you almost lost your baby in there, with all of those move Lita used on you. You should have told Mr. McMahon, you should be looking after your baby, not challenging for titles." He finished, a stern look shining in his big brown eyes. "Mr. McMahon was informed of your…" he paused for a moment, "…your condition…" he stated. "He decided you'll be cutting promo's and appearing on the Highlight Reel a few times and he wants you to shoot some new pictures for your profile page for the duration of your pregnancy. After the baby's born you'll have a year off, but your job will remain secure. You might have a few interviews in between, but nothing strenuous that could hurt your baby." Jimmy finished.

"Her name's going to be Amy." Trish blatantly stated.

"Wha..how did you know it's a girl? We only just found that out and it was extremely hard to detect…" he said, scratching his head.