Song number two, Mexican Wrestler by Jill Sobule. Sorry Kaitlin not the happiest one either lol blame it on my music. Time period is after diva search 04, Maria is on the roster at this point. So without further ado here is the second oneshot in Love is Versatile…. Read and Review please!

Peaking around the corner Lita carefully watched the interaction going on between the two women. One was none other then Trish Stratus, her on screen rival and the other was Maria another diva search reject.

It almost turned her stomach how cute the two were being, Maria shamelessly giggling at Trish's comments and the blondes fingers gently brushing the back of the girls arm. It wasn't like Trish didn't flirt all the time, but it was pissing her off that she was doing it to some random chick who probably wasn't fit to shine her boots.

Vince must have been out of his freaking mind when he started this glorified beauty contest; letting girls into the biz that Lita broke her neck for by weekly voting. It was disgusting but not as much as watching Trish right now was.

Sure Maria was cute…who was Lita kidding she was drop dead gorgeous, she had legs for days and eyes that made ocean look dull. What she wouldn't give to hear what they were saying, or even better what she wouldn't give to be Maria right now.

Sometimes I wish that I was a beauty
A beautiful girl who was still 21

Her mother always said she'd regret not prettying herself up for the boys one day, well she was half right. Lita's mind strayed to how it would be if she was still young and beautiful like the 22 year old that Trish was showing her affection towards. How great would it be to know how it felt to be genuinely touched by the Canadian?

Lita's imagination ran wild, her thoughts flooded with pictures of her and Trish together. Being a bombshell she could have it all, wrestling and a beautiful girlfriend. The boys would be so jealous of them, and this hard to get act that she had been playing all time could be justified. They could go to fancy parties and be turning every head in the room; it would be impossible not to do with Trish on her arm.

And I'd turn your head as well as your buddies
And I could afford to play hard to get
We'd go to parties and you'd show me off

Stopping her fantasy thoughts she noticed that Maria was coming towards her, what if she knew that she was watching? Lita sucked in a heavy breath praying that she wouldn't confront her about spying on the pair, that would not be good if it got back to Trish. But she didn't say anything; she just sent a warm smile in her direction and kept on walking towards the diva's locker room.

Coming out from where she had been hiding Lita set off down the hallway. Walking past Trish their eyes met for a second and the red head almost thought she saw a look of kindness. It must have been wishful thinking because it quickly turned into a scowl, "Lita." She said, forcing herself to acknowledge the female before her. It was locker room respect to speak to everyone, even the ones who drove you crazy, in Lita's case more way then one. "Trish." She responded, her voice dripping with venom, she didn't know why because she wanted nothing more then to end this silly feud. Why weren't they friends? Good question, neither of them could probably answer that. It was like they'd been programmed to hate each other from so long that it was just natural now.

The Stanford native carried on down the hallway, Trish's voice was becoming distant but she could still here her retort, "Looking mighty chubby today." She could have shot back with any number of insults, probably something along the lines of "I guess I should get on my back more, because that must be how you keep in shape." But she didn't, she didn't feel like it tonight.

Would they ever just get along?