Hey guys!! Here's chapter three. ;) Things get a little heated in this one, hope u like it. R&R!!
Love always,
Candy
A little while later, Jeff was standing along backstage watching Trish, Tyson, Matt, and Lita battle it out in the ring. The excitement was building up inside of him. He felt like a whole new person. Even his look had changed. He knew everyone was expecting multi-colored hair and body paint. But, he decided to tone it down a bit. His TNA look couldn't also be his WWE look. Under the white baseball hat he was wearing, his hair was a single electric shade of blue. Instead of his usual wife-beater he wore a tight black t-shirt but kept his now famous black wrestling pants.
He watched as both Tyson and Trish took it to Matt and Lita. "You ready, Jeff?" Someone yelled from the back. Jeff grabbed the steel chair that was laying on the ground next to him, "Yeah." Came his reply. He stood before the curtain as the man started to count down. "5...4...3...2..." His music hit and immediately the crowd began to scream. He ran through the curtain and slid into the ring, getting up to face his brother. He watched Matt's expression of confusion as he handed him the chair. Matt looked down at it then back at his brother, and in a blink of an eye Jeff spun around and kicked the chair directly into Matt's face. The crowd screamed again. He walked over to Tyson and threw a few punches, hit a cross body, and set him up for the Swanton Bomb. Flashes from cameras lit up the whole arena as he hit it. As he got up, he became face-to-face with the angry/confused expression of Lita. They stared at each other for a few lingering seconds before she turned around to tend to Matt's wounds.
When Jeff turned, something caught his eye: Trish. She was leaning against the ropes with one hand across her stomach and the other extended towards him gesturing 'no'. Shaking her head, she was begging him not to hurt her. He stared at her for a moment, then finally reached his hand outwards to her. Once again--the screams. She was silent as she stared at Jeff's hand then into his eyes, before she took it and stood up. He smiled at her and she finally smiled back. With slow movements, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. At first, she let her hands lay limp at her sides, not knowing what to make of the situation--as was planned. But, then she made her way up and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. The kiss had gotten deeper then planned. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouths as they both became lost in their own little world. Soon, Jeff struck back into reality and broke the kiss, retreating back and offering her a smile while she slid her hands own his chest and back to her sides. She gave him a look of confusion and mixed pleasure as he walked away with a smile on his face and music playing. Soon after, she smiled back and followed behind him up the ramp.
Soon he reached backstage. Sweeping his fingers over his lips, he thought about that kiss. They had gotten even more into it then anyone had anticipated. But, he felt something in that kiss that he never felt before in any of their other kisses. After the pulled away, he looked into Trish's eyes. It had been planned for her to look confused yet pleasured. But, her eyes said something different. They were clouded with extreme shock and fogged with lust. And he was sure his eyes read the same, whether he meant them to or not.