Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Superstars in this fiction. They own themselves and are under World Wrestling Entertainment franchise.
Summary: Two superstars spend a week together in a secluded house in the hills, where romance can most easily spark at any moment. What happens when a dark past is revealed? My first fiction, pairing still pending. Please R&R!
A/N: I've got some more ideas brewing that I'm ready to put into action. Hopefully this chapter will bring a little more to the plot, hope you guys enjoy. Most likely I will update tomorrow if I can fork up a little free time. I've got a pairing that I think will work… !
Chapter 2 – A Pair Chosen
"It's time to draw the names everyone!" yelled an eager Stephanie McMahon loudly through the open hallways. Keenly, what seemed like the entire roster piled into the obviously diminutive office. It took more time than necessary to finally quiet down the seemingly incessant hums and whispers of the many excited superstars who had entered. Among the many people stood Trish Stratus, quietly backed into a corner where she tried to remain hidden.
For the duration of the week in waiting, the thought of this contest lingered in Trish's head almost continually. As much as she had tried to find a distraction and release from the apprehension that had been made clear, she had most definitely failed to do so. The racing thoughts of what may possibly happen had caused her many nights of insomnia, nagging her until the vulnerability had left her undoubtedly weak. What if she was chosen? What if she had to live with some stranger for a week? What if–
"Okay everyone, I'm going to draw the first name now!" Again Trish was pulled out of her pool of apprehension and concentrated on Stephanie. Jovially, Vince shook the box while Stephanie dug her hand into the cluster of papers. Finally pulling a single paper out after much clamor in the room, voices were soon hushed as all waited for a name.
"And the first person is… None other than Trish Stratus!" Stephanie announced with glee, the sounds of applause growing louder and louder. All turned to look at the corner where she stood, Trish wearing a very inarticulate expression.
She stood with that mask of inarticulacy for what seemed like eternity, until finally, she quickly made an escape for the door. As many eyes followed her flee out the door, Stacy followed after her with much concern.
"Man, I wonder what's eating her up…" came a voice from the baffled group. With that, the clamor again started, and all waited for a second name to be called.
Stacy hurriedly followed Trish out the door, struggling to keep up with her amazingly fast pace. "Trish will you just stop!" Stacy called, exiting the building and entering the cold of the night. "I think we need to talk!" She upgraded her fast walk to a slow jog, barely keeping up with her.
Suddenly Trish stopped, giving Stacy valuable time to finally catch up. Stacy slowed as she finally came near, certain that Trish would not make another mad dash away from her. She was thoroughly trembling, Stacy observed. "Trish, I understand–"
"No, you don't understand!" Trish yelled vigorously as she turned to face her. It took everything she had not to let her tears fall. "You're the one who made me enter this damned contest in the first place!" Her tears finally fell after much silence.
"I thought this would be something fun that we could both try. I though it could've been something fun. I never meant–"
"You never meant what, Stacy! You never meant to hurt me? You never meant to keep me on my toes for a whole week thinking of what may happen? You never meant for me to actually be the one to win this thing?" Angrily she turned her face away from Stacy.
"Trish, I…didn't know you were so uncomfortable with this." Stacy's gaze fell. "You should have told me that you didn't want in…"
"Shows how much you know me." Trish sniffed. As a zephyr came about, silence seemed to swallow the moment. And for the slightest time, even the shortest second, Trish felt at ease.
Stacy stared as she watched Trish shiver the slightest bit. "I'm sorry, Trish." She again watched as Trish nodded. "It's getting cold, we should go back inside."
And with that, both girls slowly walked back into the building. Trish again felt a great wave of apprehension, for she knew that there was still unfinished business.
At last they both entered, walking nearer and nearer towards the McMahon office. The cheerful 'congratulations' of passers only reminded Trish more of her winning. As she finally entered the McMahon office, Stephanie McMahon soon greeted her.
"Congratulations, Trish. You're going to spend a week in our mountain house with John Cena."
A/N: And with that, I have chosen my pairing. How will Trish react? Next chapter will start the beginning of the vacation…