Chapter seven Disclaimer: Trish Stratus and Ashley Massaro own themselves, as well as Eric Bischoff owning himself. All other disclaimers are found in the previous chapters.
After RAW came back from the commercial break, they showed what went down between Krys and Lita. They showed the two almost break out into a fight, then saw Krys literally throw Lita to Matt's waiting arms. The crowd roared when Matt gave Lita the Twist of Fate, and they laughed at the mixture of shock, anger and annoyance on Lita's face as Krys and Matt celebrated at the top of the ramp.
The replay then ended, airing Lita storming into Eric Bischoff's office. Eric, who was in the middle of a phone conversation with Vince McMahon about Taboo Tuesday, was interrupted when Lita threw open the door and stomped in, her irritation evident. "Uh, Mr. McMahon, I'll have to call you back after the show," Eric said, then ended the call with the press of a button. He then turned to face Lita, exhaust written all over his grayed features.
"What is it this time, Lita?" he asked exasperatedly. "You're barging into my office every chance you get, and when you do, it's either to whine about something, or listen to Edge whine about something. What do you want?"
"Eric, that whore has interfered in my life for the last time!" Lita raged. She wrung her hands through her hair, and snarled, "First, she ruined my big night with Edge by hitting me with a chair, then caused my boyfriend to lose the match, resulting in him being sent to that second rate botch of a show, SmackDown! Next, she interrupts MY air time, and puts her hands on me, then tosses me to that blundering idiot Matt Hardy, who then uses the Twist of Fate on me, and they have the nerve to celebrate? What are you gonna do about that, Eric? You're the General Manager, DO SOMETHING!"
The redhead started pacing around, grabbing at her hair and fuming, her chest heaving. Eric placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her. "Lita, calm down," he said slowly. "Now, I can only go so far with the whole 'You can't do this' order; see how much good that did with Matt and Edge. But what I can do, is schedule a match between you two. At Taboo Tuesday, Lita will go one on one..." he paused thoughtfully and dramatically "...with Krys. But tonight, your opponent will be... Ashley Massaro. Go on and get ready."
Lita smirked evilly as Eric finished his statement. "Thanks, Eric," she said, then turned on her heel, and marched out of the General Manager's office.
Eric, on the other hand, ran a hand through his hair, sighed, and sat down at his desk. "These Divas and their problem lives..." he sighed. "They're going to get the better of me one of these days."
After the Break
(NOTE: This is NOT being taped)
Krys was changing into her ring gear that night, after being informed by Eric Bischoff that she would be going one on one against Victoria, when the Women's Champion, Trish Stratus, and her protege, Ashley Massaro walked in. "Hey Krys," she said pleasantly, sitting down on a bench and putting the title next to her.
"Hey, Trish," Krys called back. Trish mumbled something to Ashley, who nodded and walked out of the locker room, leaving Krys and the blonde champion alone inside.
Trish walked over and put a hand on Krys's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" she asked, her brown eyes full of compassion.
Krys nodded, turning back to lacing up her combat boots. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, hopping up and down. "Never felt better in my life, why're you asking?"
"Well, I heard Kat got released a few days ago, but she's not answering her cell, or her house phone," Trish whispered. It was a known fact that Kat had periods of anti-social behavior, but to the Divas, she was kindness itself, and she talked to all of her friends on a daily basis. To know that Kat was so messed up about what had happened was horrible, to say the least. "Is she okay?"
Krys sighed and zippered up her gear bag. "I don't think so," she finally admitted. "Adam had done a lot of things during their relationship, and sometimes those things fucked her up mentally. But to know that the man she loved cheated on her, and didn't have any regrets about it until after he had been caught, then beat her up after losing a match, that's pretty fucked up in itself. I only hope that Glenn doesn't want to kill Adam for what's happened."
Trish nodded thoughtfully. "Glenn really loves his little girl, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he does. He went through thick and thin just to have her close to him at night, and then get her into the same company with the man she loved. I know he didn't do it necessarily for Adam, but I know he always did what was best, to make sure his daughter was always happy." Krys sighed, then started stretching on the floor. "I hope she comes back really soon. I can't wait to see her."
"Me either." Trish then walked over to the bench, grabbed her belt, and walked to the door, calling Ashley back in. "Ash, you can come back in now." Noticing that Ashley wasn't in front of the door like she said she'd be, Trish frowned. "Ash? Ashley, where'd you go to?"
"What's up?" Krys asked, moving from a split to cross-legged sitting position.
"I don't see Ashley." Getting worried, Trish stepped into the hall and looked around, calling for the Diva Search winner again.
"Maybe she went to Catering for some food?" Krys suggested, stepping into the hall with Trish.
"No," Trish said, shaking her head frantically. "When Ashley says she'll wait for me somewhere, she stays there and waits for me." The two then took off running through the halls of the arena calling Ashley's name. "Have you seen Ashley?" Trish frantically asked a nearby rigger.
"Uh, yeah, I think she went walking off towards the Gorilla Spot," the man said, barely finishing his statement before Trish and Krys went running off toward the Gorilla Spot.
"Ashley!" Trish called. "Where are you?"
"What the hell's going on?" Eric Bischoff demanded from behind them, walking up hurriedly. "I heard from one of the tech staff that Ashley can't be found."
"We can't find her, Eric," Trish said breathlessly. "We've looked just about everywhere!"
"She has a match tonight, she couldn't have gotten THAT far!" Eric said agitatedly. "Hey!" he called to a rigger. "You see Ashley, tell her that her match has been cancelled! I'm putting Trish in her place to go against Amy."
"Yes, sir," the woman called, heading off to look for Ashley.
"Trish, I'm sorry, but the match is next," Eric said, placing a hand on Trish's shoulder. "You'll have to take Ashley's place."
The blonde nodded. "I got it." She then turned to Krys. "Will you keep looking for her while I go find Amy to talk about the match?"
"You know I will."
"Thanks." Trish then headed for Amy's locker room. After the show, everyone gathered to look for Ashley, knowing that very few of them had had the time, since they had all been so busy with running the show that night.
Trish was walking back to the Divas' locker room, one hand holding her back where Lita had been particularly brutal in their match, when she saw something on the floor, in almost a trail of sorts.
What the hell? she thought, signalling for a passing rigger to help her follwo the trail. The trail of the liquid led to a small locker room door, and when Trish opened it, she screamed.
Ashley Massaro was hanging unconscious from the ceiling, bleeding from the head.