Disclaimer: I do not own the people portrayed in this story, they belong
to themselves. Their gimmicks belong to Vince McMahon and WWE.
Distribution: If you want it, just ask, and I'll let you use it.
Summary: After a messy break-up, a WWE diva finds comfort with a WWE superstar she didn't expect. And two friends help them find their way to each other. No specific time frame, but there's no roster split in this fic.
And now on to the story..
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"You stupid bitch," he yelled at her. She winced at his words. She had only tried to help him in the ring, but instead it had backfired on her, and he had lost. Now he was screaming insults at her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, you have to understand that."
"Understand? I understand you're a stupid idiot who can't even hit the right person with a chair!"
"But I didn't mean it, I swear," she pleaded with him.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Test said before walking away, leaving her alone.
"I really didn't mean it," Trish whispered as she watched him walk away. She sat down on a chair and wiped the tears from her eyes, before they could fall down her cheeks.
This wasn't the first scene between the two of them. It was one of many that had occurred since she had started dating Test. He had been so sweet and kind in the beginning, but that had all come crashing down soon after. And she was too scared to leave.
He didn't hit her or anything, but the verbal abuse was just as bad really. He would berate her all the time, put her down for the slightest thing. And no one was the wiser, because he always waited until they were alone. No one would believe her if she told them the truth. So she kept it hidden.
She knew that she could do better, but somewhere in between the first time Test had screamed at her, and now, she had lost all confidence in herself. She knew she was pretty, but Test would constantly tell her how fake she looked, and how no one would want a piece of plastic like her. After a while, she started to believe him.
Stephanie was walking down the hallway, and noticed Trish sitting hunched over, with her arms wrapped tightly around her. Stephanie had never really been friends with the blonde diva, but she couldn't help but want to know what was the matter. She walked over and laid a hand down on Trish's shoulders.
"Trish, are you ok?" Trish looked up embarrassedly, and tried to hide the fact that she had tears in her eyes.
"Um, yeah, I'm ok, just had a bad day," Trish said quickly, hoping that Stephanie didn't try to pry into her life.
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Trish said nodding, before forcing a smile on her face. Stephanie looked unconvinced, but nodded as well.
"I know that we usually don't get along that well, but if you ever need to talk to someone, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thanks, but really I'm fine." Stephanie scowled for a moment, before turning to walk away. She paused for a moment, and then looked back.
"Trish, really consider what I said ok?" Stephanie said seriously.
"Yeah...and Stephanie, thanks," Trish said gratefully.
"No problem."
Stephanie walked away, and Trish got up to go, but before she could, she was pushed hard back into her chair. She looked up and saw Test hovering over her, anger evident in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing talking to that bitch?" he asked angrily, looking in the general direction of where Stephanie had just walked off.
"She just came up to me," Trish explained.
"Well, I don't want you talking to that bitch."
"But you can't tell me who I can and can't talk to," Trish said firmly. Test gave her a dirty look.
"I can make you though," he said dangerously. Trish didn't want to know what he meant by that comment.
"Fine," she said dejectedly as she got up to go to the women's locker room. She had a match to prepare for, and she had been stalling too much as it is. She just hoped that she could concentrate on the match after Test ripping into her like he had. She quickly got dressed and got out there for her match.
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Trish walked back up the ramp, happy that the match had gone well. She had been trying hard to step up in the ring, and she felt like it was paying off. As she got back stage, she saw Test waiting for her, with a smile on his face. Of course he would have a smile, there were people around, he wouldn't try to pull anything.
"Trish, you were great out there," Test said brightly.
"Yeah," she replied, trying to smile.
"I'm so proud of you," he told her, and she knew that he was lying.
"I have to go," she said quickly walking off, leaving Test behind.
She hated that he would praise her when they were around people. She knew it was completely false, and that's what hurt the most. She deserved someone who thought that all the time, not just in front of people. Trish was so completely oblivious to her surroundings, she ran right into someone, and fell flat on her ass. She looked up and saw Kurt Angle.
"Sorry," Trish mumbled from the ground. Kurt was always such a jackass on- screen, and she tried to avoid him as much as possible.
"No, I wasn't looking where I was going," Kurt said chuckling, as he stuck a hand out for her. She looked at it skeptically for a moment, before grasping his hand and letting him pull her up.
"I wasn't looking where I was going either," Trish said looking at him. He had a kind smile on his face, which surprised her slightly. After all, this man hung out with Vince, he shouldn't be this nice.
"Well, I guess we're both just clumsy then," he said laughing at the situation.
"Yeah," she said, her face actually breaking out in a smile. Kurt studied her for a moment.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, luckily I'm used to falling on my ass."
"No, you just look kind of sad or something." Trish was surprised that he seemed to notice her feelings.
"No, I'm fine, just surprised is all."
"Ok, then, well I have a match next, see you later," he said walking off.
"Bye Kurt," she said before walking off herself.
Kurt walked down the hallway, thinking about Trish. He didn't really know the blonde all that well, but she had definitely looked sad. He hated when people were upset, even if he wasn't really friends with them.
"Hey Kurt, don't think too hard you might use up all your brain cells," a voice said from in front of him. He looked up to see Chris Jericho with his arms wrapped around a giggling Stephanie McMahon.
"Don't tease him Chrissy," Stephanie chastised him.
"Hey guys."
"What's the matter Kurt?" Stephanie asked him.
"Nothing, I just saw Trish, and she seemed sad or something."
"Really, cause I saw her earlier, and she definitely seemed upset about something. I told her she could talk to me if she felt like she needed to."
"Aww, you're so sweet," Jericho said, kissing her cheek. Stephanie turned her head and smiled.
"Hmm, I wonder what's up?" Kurt asked to nobody in particular.
"Maybe we should figure it out," Jericho interjected.
"Maybe," Kurt replied, "Maybe."
A/N: Ha, you actually thought I could have a fic without Jericho and Stephanie in it. How you underestimate me. ;)
So go review, and tell me what you think, cause I really want to know if this story is ok, and if you want to be brutal, that's fine. :)
Distribution: If you want it, just ask, and I'll let you use it.
Summary: After a messy break-up, a WWE diva finds comfort with a WWE superstar she didn't expect. And two friends help them find their way to each other. No specific time frame, but there's no roster split in this fic.
And now on to the story..
~
"You stupid bitch," he yelled at her. She winced at his words. She had only tried to help him in the ring, but instead it had backfired on her, and he had lost. Now he was screaming insults at her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, you have to understand that."
"Understand? I understand you're a stupid idiot who can't even hit the right person with a chair!"
"But I didn't mean it, I swear," she pleaded with him.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Test said before walking away, leaving her alone.
"I really didn't mean it," Trish whispered as she watched him walk away. She sat down on a chair and wiped the tears from her eyes, before they could fall down her cheeks.
This wasn't the first scene between the two of them. It was one of many that had occurred since she had started dating Test. He had been so sweet and kind in the beginning, but that had all come crashing down soon after. And she was too scared to leave.
He didn't hit her or anything, but the verbal abuse was just as bad really. He would berate her all the time, put her down for the slightest thing. And no one was the wiser, because he always waited until they were alone. No one would believe her if she told them the truth. So she kept it hidden.
She knew that she could do better, but somewhere in between the first time Test had screamed at her, and now, she had lost all confidence in herself. She knew she was pretty, but Test would constantly tell her how fake she looked, and how no one would want a piece of plastic like her. After a while, she started to believe him.
Stephanie was walking down the hallway, and noticed Trish sitting hunched over, with her arms wrapped tightly around her. Stephanie had never really been friends with the blonde diva, but she couldn't help but want to know what was the matter. She walked over and laid a hand down on Trish's shoulders.
"Trish, are you ok?" Trish looked up embarrassedly, and tried to hide the fact that she had tears in her eyes.
"Um, yeah, I'm ok, just had a bad day," Trish said quickly, hoping that Stephanie didn't try to pry into her life.
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Trish said nodding, before forcing a smile on her face. Stephanie looked unconvinced, but nodded as well.
"I know that we usually don't get along that well, but if you ever need to talk to someone, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thanks, but really I'm fine." Stephanie scowled for a moment, before turning to walk away. She paused for a moment, and then looked back.
"Trish, really consider what I said ok?" Stephanie said seriously.
"Yeah...and Stephanie, thanks," Trish said gratefully.
"No problem."
Stephanie walked away, and Trish got up to go, but before she could, she was pushed hard back into her chair. She looked up and saw Test hovering over her, anger evident in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing talking to that bitch?" he asked angrily, looking in the general direction of where Stephanie had just walked off.
"She just came up to me," Trish explained.
"Well, I don't want you talking to that bitch."
"But you can't tell me who I can and can't talk to," Trish said firmly. Test gave her a dirty look.
"I can make you though," he said dangerously. Trish didn't want to know what he meant by that comment.
"Fine," she said dejectedly as she got up to go to the women's locker room. She had a match to prepare for, and she had been stalling too much as it is. She just hoped that she could concentrate on the match after Test ripping into her like he had. She quickly got dressed and got out there for her match.
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Trish walked back up the ramp, happy that the match had gone well. She had been trying hard to step up in the ring, and she felt like it was paying off. As she got back stage, she saw Test waiting for her, with a smile on his face. Of course he would have a smile, there were people around, he wouldn't try to pull anything.
"Trish, you were great out there," Test said brightly.
"Yeah," she replied, trying to smile.
"I'm so proud of you," he told her, and she knew that he was lying.
"I have to go," she said quickly walking off, leaving Test behind.
She hated that he would praise her when they were around people. She knew it was completely false, and that's what hurt the most. She deserved someone who thought that all the time, not just in front of people. Trish was so completely oblivious to her surroundings, she ran right into someone, and fell flat on her ass. She looked up and saw Kurt Angle.
"Sorry," Trish mumbled from the ground. Kurt was always such a jackass on- screen, and she tried to avoid him as much as possible.
"No, I wasn't looking where I was going," Kurt said chuckling, as he stuck a hand out for her. She looked at it skeptically for a moment, before grasping his hand and letting him pull her up.
"I wasn't looking where I was going either," Trish said looking at him. He had a kind smile on his face, which surprised her slightly. After all, this man hung out with Vince, he shouldn't be this nice.
"Well, I guess we're both just clumsy then," he said laughing at the situation.
"Yeah," she said, her face actually breaking out in a smile. Kurt studied her for a moment.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, luckily I'm used to falling on my ass."
"No, you just look kind of sad or something." Trish was surprised that he seemed to notice her feelings.
"No, I'm fine, just surprised is all."
"Ok, then, well I have a match next, see you later," he said walking off.
"Bye Kurt," she said before walking off herself.
Kurt walked down the hallway, thinking about Trish. He didn't really know the blonde all that well, but she had definitely looked sad. He hated when people were upset, even if he wasn't really friends with them.
"Hey Kurt, don't think too hard you might use up all your brain cells," a voice said from in front of him. He looked up to see Chris Jericho with his arms wrapped around a giggling Stephanie McMahon.
"Don't tease him Chrissy," Stephanie chastised him.
"Hey guys."
"What's the matter Kurt?" Stephanie asked him.
"Nothing, I just saw Trish, and she seemed sad or something."
"Really, cause I saw her earlier, and she definitely seemed upset about something. I told her she could talk to me if she felt like she needed to."
"Aww, you're so sweet," Jericho said, kissing her cheek. Stephanie turned her head and smiled.
"Hmm, I wonder what's up?" Kurt asked to nobody in particular.
"Maybe we should figure it out," Jericho interjected.
"Maybe," Kurt replied, "Maybe."
A/N: Ha, you actually thought I could have a fic without Jericho and Stephanie in it. How you underestimate me. ;)
So go review, and tell me what you think, cause I really want to know if this story is ok, and if you want to be brutal, that's fine. :)