Walking into RAW's catering area, it didn't take long for Lita to notice the hostility and tension in the air. Sitting on one end of the room was Jeff and Maria, at the other end Trish, and smack bang in the middle was Cena. She could notice the sneaky glances being thrown around every few minutes, but she wasn't aware of the current circumstances or what had transpired while she had being so loved up with the Legend Killer.

She walked slowly towards Trish, the blonde haired diva eyeing her a pathetic attempt of a smile across her face.

"Hey blondie."

"Li"

"Someone's not very chatty."

"You haven't heard have you?"

Judging by the shadow of confusion on the red heads face Trish knew she hadn't, and knowing Lita was going to ask what Trish launched straight into telling her.

"Well, I'm not talking to Jeff...Again." Trish noticed the look of sadness in Lita's eyes. She was back stuck in the middle of it.

"What happened Trishy? Are you ok?"

"Well we said everything that needed to be said...over a computer know less but still. I told him I couldn't do it anymore. It's too hard Li. I'm at breaking point. It's just best this way."

"Trish, I'm sorry...you should've called me."

"Lita for once in your life your properly happy. I can't keep dumping my problems on you, you have your own life to live."

"I feel bad though Trish. We're friends, you're suppose to tell me this stuff. I'm suppose to come running to you with Ben and Jerrys, and we're suppose to sit up all night bitching about men and how they're no good. God knows you've done it for me in the past."

"I'm fine Li ok. You just go be happy with Randy and don't worry about me." And with that Trish stood up from the table. "I've got to prepare for my match, I'll see you later ok?" the Canadian then exited the catering area, Lita feeling her heart sink as she watched her usually upbeat friend, retreating away, a shadow of her former self.

Elsewhere

Jeff walked slowly down the halls of the arena, lost in his thoughts. Things had been going well with him and Maria again, and he could honestly say he was happy about that. He wanted to be with her and ok yes he still had some feelings for Trish lingering but he didn't think it fair to act on them. Maria deserved a chance. Although not speaking to Trish was beginning to bother him. It had only been a few days since she said she didn't want to talk to him anymore but they had hurt like hell. He even noticed her putting her head down in the catering area, pretending not to see him. And he was really bothered by it. Here's someone he knew for the whole of his WWE career, and now they were like strangers to each other.

Snapping back to reality he noticed him standing at his locker room door. Fidgeting awkwardly, leaning his weight from one foot to the next. His blue eyes met that of the rainbow haired warriors and he swallowed the lump that was building in his throat.

"Jeff, I think..."

"What are you doing here" he snapped cutting off John mid sentence.

"Look you can't expect me to just leave things alrite, you're my buddy man."

"Oh really, I'm your buddy huh? Did you tell yourself that when you had your tongue down my girlfriends neck?"

"Jeff c'mon, I'm trying here. I made a mistake I know that. I wanna fix it. But I need some cooperation man."

"John I told you, I'll never forgive you for this. You crossed a line that friends just don't cross man. How could I ever have you around Maria again without the thought of you two behind my back going through my head? I'd love to be able to fix things John, really I would, but we just can't."

John stood motionless, defeated as his former friend shut the door on his face, and on their friendship. He didn't know what else he could do.

Out in the Ring

Trish was currently watching her tag team partner – Maria off all people – get double teamed by Mickie and Victoria, yet her feet remained planted in her corner. She knew you should never bring your personal feelings to the ring but she did, and she had to admit, she was enjoying seeing Maria get her ass beat. After all she did deserve it. She fucked Jeff around and is the main reason the Blonde is no longer friends with the rainbow haired man.

She could hear her screams for help as the two divas continued harming down on her, rights and lefts, could hear the pain in her voice but she didn't care. She stood like a zombie and watched her partner get beat. She heard the referee call for the bell as Mickie pinned Maria. It was now when she finally decided to enter the ring. But not to help Maria, to set her up for the chick kick. She stood stalking her as the diva tried to scramble to her feet but as soon as she did, she was back planted to the mat as Trish's foot connected to Maria's face.

The audience was silent. In complete shock of what had just happened. But Trish had seen red, and there was no stopping her now. Sliding out from the ring the petite diva retrieved a steel chair. This was when the crowd made some noise. Boos filling the arena as each blow was dealt. The smacks echoed around the arena until finally Jeff emerged from beyond the curtain. Anger was evident on his face as was hurt, disbelief.

He entered the ring, checking on Maria before he turning to Trish. What the hell have you done, he shouted repeatedly, but he got no answer. Her eyes were like ice, unregistering what the superstar was saying to her. He continued to shout until without thinking, Trish lifted the steel chair and connected it with his head. No remorse, no flicker of emotion. She exited the ring stopping at the top of the ramp to observe what she had just done. A sadistic smile spread onto her face.

Its really been so long since I updated this story but here you go! Please r&r! Well what do you think? Has Trish lost it? will Jeff be able to forgive her? or John? How do you think Lita will react?