Chapter 6 – The Wrong Person.

"We could just run." Chris said.

"No we need to keep up appearances as though nothing is wrong." Trish said sternly.

"Yeah but Trish there is something wrong." Chris laughed.

"Look I know that but I don't want other people to!" Trish yelled.

Trish's voice echoed throughout the backstage area she and Chris were currently walking through. After getting some funny looks off people she sighed and grabbed Chris's arm and walked off quickly.

"We just need to get through tonight and then we can think of a plan later." Trish said as they walked.

They reached the woman's locker room and Trish went to open the door.

"Trish you can't go in there" Chris said.

Trish stopped and looked at Chris.

"Well you sure as hell can't either."

"Well I have to or I can't get my…I mean your clothes for tonight." Chris said shrugging.

"Okay you go in and then come straight out when you get your clothes. I'm giving you five minutes before I come in and get you." Trish ordered.

"Okay." Chris smiled widely.

"Stop smiling like that."

Chris nodded and headed towards the door on his left apprehensively. Once he reached it he closed his eyes and opened it wide. Chris walked inside the room and opened his eyes.

All around him were Diva's getting changed and doing hair and make up.

"Hey Trish."

Chris stood still as he didn't realise someone was calling him.

"Trish."

Chris still didn't notice the person calling him.

"TRISH!"

Suddenly Chris jumped a mile as he saw Torrie Wilson stood in front of him with her eyes open wide.

"What?" Chris asked startled.

"I was calling you. Your name is Trish isn't it?" Torrie laughed.

Chris felt as though he had suddenly woken up. "Yeah that's right I'm Trish Stratus. That's me Trish and you're Torrie Wilson."

"You feeling okay?" Torrie asked.

"Yep!" Chris nodded.

"So I just wanted to go over our match tonight." Torrie explained.

"We have a match!" Chris yelled.

"Yeah is that okay?" Torrie seemed confused at Trish's reaction.

"That's fantastic I can't wait." Chris yelled cheerfully.

Chris then looked round the room and then turned back to Torrie.

"Um where are my clothes?" Chris asked.

"Where they always are over there." Torrie pointed towards the corned of the room.

"Thanks." Chris walked away.

"Don't you wanna go over the match?" Torrie yelled out.

"No I'm good."

Chris took the hanger with the clothes on off the hook and also picked up the women's belt that was hanging around it. Chris then quickly walked past everyone and out of the room getting hotter as he did.

Trish was standing there in the hallway waiting for him as he walked out.

"Where have you been?"

"Did you know I have a match with Torrie Wilson?"Chris exclaimed.

Trish sighed and hit Chris round the head. "You're a pervert! Now let's go we need to get changed."

"Where?"

A few minutes later the pair was standing inside of the women's toilets of course with the door locked. Trish at the moment was trying to put some make up on to Chris.

"Do I really need all this?"

"Yes I'm not going out there looking a mess." Trish sighed.

"But you look fine without it." Chris said.

Chris's eyes were closed so he couldn't see the tiny smile that had formed on Trish's face at his comment.

"How do you breath in this anyway?" Chris asked breaking Trish's thought.

"You'll manage." Trish shrugged.

Chris was currently fidgeting around as he was wearing a very tight bodysuit.

"What if it splits?" Chris asked.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" Trish said shortly.

"No of course I'm not." Chris said defending himself.

"Good. Right your all done just don't mess it up." Trish sighed.

Chris stood up and turned round in the mirror and smiled.

"Wow you look good."

"I know." Trish smiled. "What about me?" Trish turned around.

"Great except the hair." Chris reached over and messed up his hair and then smiled.

"Ready?" Trish asked.

The two then breathed in and walked out of the toilets and turned the corner slowly to make sure nobody had seen them.

"I gotta take a leak." Chris stopped.

"First of all I don't speak like that and second hurry up I don't want to be late."

Ten minutes later Trish and Chris approached the backstage curtain and saw all the Diva's stood around talking. They looked up as they saw the two approaching and looked a little confused.

They had no time to ask questions as the music started playing and they needed to walk out. It was Torrie and Candice first, which gave Chris some time to talk to Trish to prepare.

"Just take it easy on her remember your gonna win, but just don't go crazy. Let Mickie do the work." Trish said.

Chris nodded and breathed deep trying to focus when he heard Trish's music playing loudly.

"Okay go."

"Huh?" Chris asked confused.

"GO." Trish pushed Chris through the curtain.

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"You moonsaulted her!" Trish yelled throwing her hands up pacing round the women's toilets looking at Chris.

"Well what was I supposed to do?" Chris said.

"A chick kick!" Trish yelled.

"Oh I can't do that." Chris shrugged.

"Look we don't have time for this you have I go now it's my turn to screw up." Trish sighed.

Trish jumped up and down trying to prepare herself for what was coming up next. Chris walked over to the door and unlocked it then looked back at a very nervous Trish.

"Ready?"

"I have to pee." Trish said nervously.

"Fine oh and hands to yourself." Chris smirked.

"Oh please Chris don't bother I've felt much bigger." Trish smirked.

"You've looked!" Chris shouted with his eyes wide open in shock.

"I needed the toilet earlier." Trish shrugged.

"I've been a near perfect gentleman to you." Chris yelled.

"What do you mean near perfect?" Trish scowled.

"WellI had to get changed this morning didn't I?" Chris smirked.

"Well I'm glad I looked then!" Trish yelled.

"Well in that case I'm going to the toilet and I won't be back for at least a half hour." Chris smirked and turned round.

"Oh no you don't!" Trish yelled.

Trish then ran forward and dived on top of Chris. The pair then began to struggle on the floor.

"Ha who's stronger now!" Trish yelled triumphantly.

All of a sudden they heard a cough and looked up to see Randy Orton looking down at them, with that confused look he'd had a lot today.

"Randy hi." Chris said.

"We're going to be late." Randy looked at Trish.

"Oh yeah of course I was erm just showing Trish a new move." Trish said.

"Sure…erm their already in the ring so hurry up." Randy walked away quickly.

Trish and Chris stood up and looked at Randy walk away and couldn't help but laugh. Trish sighed and began to walk away in the same direction as Randy. Stopping half way she turned to Chris.

"Oh by the way who am I against?"

"Oh you're in a tag team with Randy, but don't worry you two win cause Kurt comes in and gets the others disqualified." Chris answered.

"Gate's who disqualified Trish?"

"Oh just Triple H and Batista." Chris said casually.

"WHAT!" Trish yelled.

"Good luck." Chris then ran in to the toilets and slammed the door shut.

Trish gulped hard as she thought about the two men she was fighting. Slowly she walked closer to the curtain and heard Randy's music being played. Standing there her heart was pounding and she couldn't breath.

All of a sudden she heard Chris's music being played and knew that was her queue to go. Slowly stepping towards the curtain she peered through and then gulped before turning round and going down the ramp backwards as Chris always did.

Trish knew this wasn't going to be easy and wished she were still herself.

A/N: Poor Trish will things get better for her?

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