Trish sat curled up in the passenger seat of the rental car. Test was
driving to the arena. She was silently willing herself not to cry in front
of him. That's exactly what he would have wanted. Then he could insult
her some more. What she wouldn't give to just jump out of this car right
now, and run for her life.
Why was it so hard for her to get out from Test's grasp? She had always thought herself a strong person, but now, now she couldn't help but think she was weak. Maybe it was because Test was so much bigger than her. Even if he didn't beat her, she didn't know that that would always be the case.
She should get away from him, but she didn't know what he might do if she did. She didn't want to live in fear anymore, but would it be any different if she left this mess of a relationship? Maybe it would be worse if she left him? She didn't know, and she didn't want to find out.
"What are you doing tonight?" Test asked her. Trish blinked back the tears in her eyes, not wanting him to see them.
"Um, I'm wrestling Molly," she answered.
"You're gonna lose." Trish took his blow in stride.
"What?"
"I told you, you're going to lose, you're not nearly as good as Molly."
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen you, and I've seen her, she's better than you are, you're going to lose, you can't even wrestle that well."
"Whatever," she said quietly.
"What did you say?" Test said, his voice rising.
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought, I don't want you showing me any attitude."
"Ok," she said, turning back to the window.
"Besides, women shouldn't be wrestling in the first place."
"What do you mean by that?"
"All women are good for is being valets for the men."
"That's not true," she said indignantly, "Women can wrestle just as well."
"Look at you, you're trying to tell me that you aren't better off as a valet. You're the poster girl for T&A."
"But I can wrestle too, that doesn't mean that I should just be a valet."
"You can't wrestle, I'd like to see you go up against any of the men and tell me then if women should wrestle."
"Women don't have to fight men."
"Just goes to prove my point."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, trying to end the conversation.
"Fine," Test said, pulling into the parking lot for the show.
They walked in together. Test had his arm wrapped around Trish protectively. Trish wanted to throw his arm off of her, but knew she couldn't. She didn't want to make a scene in front of everybody.
"Hey Trish, Test," she heard Stephanie say, as she and Jericho were walking down the hallway, hand in hand.
Trish couldn't help but feel jealous of them. Everyone knew how in love Jericho and Stephanie were. He was always doing romantic things for her backstage. All the girls were jealous of Stephanie for having a great guy like Jericho, but especially Trish because of the situation she was in. What she wouldn't give to have someone like Jericho, someone who treated her right, and loved her just for being her.
"Hey Stephanie, hi Chris," Trish said smiling.
"How are you?" Jericho asked, as they stopped to talk to the two of them.
"Trish, let's go," Test said pulling her arm along. They walked away, leaving a confused Jericho and Stephanie behind.
"Well, that was weird," Jericho said as they watched Test and Trish walk away.
"Yeah, it was, and suspicious too," Stephanie said her eyes narrowing.
Trish walked away helplessly. She knew Test was rude, but he was being especially rude today. She knew that he didn't like Stephanie, but it was unusual for him to be so stand-offish when he was around people. He usually saved that for when they were alone.
"What did I tell you about talking to her?" Test said angrily.
"She was just saying hi," Trish said defensively.
"I don't care, I don't want you talking to her or her stupid boyfriend."
"Why? What do you have against them? Is it because they actually have a good relationship, and he doesn't treat her like shit?" Trish said standing up to him. He turned angry eyes to her, and she instantly regretted what she said.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again," he whispered angrily, "What I think of that slut and her asshole of a boyfriend is none of your fucking business, do you hear me?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Good, let's go," he said pulling her along.
Trish went out for her match against Molly, and she did lose. She walked back to her dressing room, anticipating the verbal barrage that would she to be waiting for her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, before she walked into the room.
"Hi," she said, her head down.
"Told you that you would lose," Test said in a superior voice.
"Sure, yeah."
"Now you know to listen to me when I talk."
"Maybe I don't want to listen to you."
"What?" Test asked incredulously.
"You know what Test, maybe I'm sick of you belittling me, did you ever think of that?" Trish said, her courage rising with every word.
"Belittle you? I only tell you the truth."
"The truth? The truth? You call that the truth? All you do is tell me what a bad person I am, how much I suck in the ring, and I'm sick of it! I'm not a bad person! And I CAN wrestle!"
"Are you standing up to me?"
"You're damn right I am!" And with that Test backhanded her across the face. Trish's eyes grew wide, and she instinctively touched her cheek. He had never hit her before, and she wasn't going to stand for it now.
"That's what you get bitch!"
"Asshole!" Trish yelled, as she reared her hand back and shoved her fist in his stomach. Test groaned as he doubled over in pain.
"That's what YOU get dickhead."
And with that Trish walked out of the room.
Why was it so hard for her to get out from Test's grasp? She had always thought herself a strong person, but now, now she couldn't help but think she was weak. Maybe it was because Test was so much bigger than her. Even if he didn't beat her, she didn't know that that would always be the case.
She should get away from him, but she didn't know what he might do if she did. She didn't want to live in fear anymore, but would it be any different if she left this mess of a relationship? Maybe it would be worse if she left him? She didn't know, and she didn't want to find out.
"What are you doing tonight?" Test asked her. Trish blinked back the tears in her eyes, not wanting him to see them.
"Um, I'm wrestling Molly," she answered.
"You're gonna lose." Trish took his blow in stride.
"What?"
"I told you, you're going to lose, you're not nearly as good as Molly."
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen you, and I've seen her, she's better than you are, you're going to lose, you can't even wrestle that well."
"Whatever," she said quietly.
"What did you say?" Test said, his voice rising.
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought, I don't want you showing me any attitude."
"Ok," she said, turning back to the window.
"Besides, women shouldn't be wrestling in the first place."
"What do you mean by that?"
"All women are good for is being valets for the men."
"That's not true," she said indignantly, "Women can wrestle just as well."
"Look at you, you're trying to tell me that you aren't better off as a valet. You're the poster girl for T&A."
"But I can wrestle too, that doesn't mean that I should just be a valet."
"You can't wrestle, I'd like to see you go up against any of the men and tell me then if women should wrestle."
"Women don't have to fight men."
"Just goes to prove my point."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, trying to end the conversation.
"Fine," Test said, pulling into the parking lot for the show.
They walked in together. Test had his arm wrapped around Trish protectively. Trish wanted to throw his arm off of her, but knew she couldn't. She didn't want to make a scene in front of everybody.
"Hey Trish, Test," she heard Stephanie say, as she and Jericho were walking down the hallway, hand in hand.
Trish couldn't help but feel jealous of them. Everyone knew how in love Jericho and Stephanie were. He was always doing romantic things for her backstage. All the girls were jealous of Stephanie for having a great guy like Jericho, but especially Trish because of the situation she was in. What she wouldn't give to have someone like Jericho, someone who treated her right, and loved her just for being her.
"Hey Stephanie, hi Chris," Trish said smiling.
"How are you?" Jericho asked, as they stopped to talk to the two of them.
"Trish, let's go," Test said pulling her arm along. They walked away, leaving a confused Jericho and Stephanie behind.
"Well, that was weird," Jericho said as they watched Test and Trish walk away.
"Yeah, it was, and suspicious too," Stephanie said her eyes narrowing.
Trish walked away helplessly. She knew Test was rude, but he was being especially rude today. She knew that he didn't like Stephanie, but it was unusual for him to be so stand-offish when he was around people. He usually saved that for when they were alone.
"What did I tell you about talking to her?" Test said angrily.
"She was just saying hi," Trish said defensively.
"I don't care, I don't want you talking to her or her stupid boyfriend."
"Why? What do you have against them? Is it because they actually have a good relationship, and he doesn't treat her like shit?" Trish said standing up to him. He turned angry eyes to her, and she instantly regretted what she said.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again," he whispered angrily, "What I think of that slut and her asshole of a boyfriend is none of your fucking business, do you hear me?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Good, let's go," he said pulling her along.
Trish went out for her match against Molly, and she did lose. She walked back to her dressing room, anticipating the verbal barrage that would she to be waiting for her. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, before she walked into the room.
"Hi," she said, her head down.
"Told you that you would lose," Test said in a superior voice.
"Sure, yeah."
"Now you know to listen to me when I talk."
"Maybe I don't want to listen to you."
"What?" Test asked incredulously.
"You know what Test, maybe I'm sick of you belittling me, did you ever think of that?" Trish said, her courage rising with every word.
"Belittle you? I only tell you the truth."
"The truth? The truth? You call that the truth? All you do is tell me what a bad person I am, how much I suck in the ring, and I'm sick of it! I'm not a bad person! And I CAN wrestle!"
"Are you standing up to me?"
"You're damn right I am!" And with that Test backhanded her across the face. Trish's eyes grew wide, and she instinctively touched her cheek. He had never hit her before, and she wasn't going to stand for it now.
"That's what you get bitch!"
"Asshole!" Trish yelled, as she reared her hand back and shoved her fist in his stomach. Test groaned as he doubled over in pain.
"That's what YOU get dickhead."
And with that Trish walked out of the room.