Chapter 4
"Well ladies and gentleman it seems we will be starting tonight out with a word from our very own Trish Stratus." J.R. announced, pleasantly surprised to see a diva this early in the evening
"Look at the puppies J.R.!" King exclaimed, excited about the cleavage Trish was revealing
The young diva waited for the audience to calm down enough for her voice to be heard. As they finally settled down into their seats, Trish lifted the microphone she'd been holding, "How are you tonight Houston?" she shouted, exciting the crowd yet again
"Well I didn't come out just to get your hearts pounding and your blood pumping…Chris Jericho, come on out here." She called, facing the ramp
A few moments passed as she waited for his theme song, or even for him to simply walk down. But nothing, even the audience had settled down into their seats, waiting for whatever was to come next. "Come on Chris, I won't bite." She said, hoping he came out
Just then, his theme song blasted over the speakers and the lights dimmed down. When they came back on he was standing with his back to the ring, in his traditional way for making an entrance. With his turns and overall excitement, the crowd stood back up and cheered the man on. While he may have appeared confident and excited, he was in reality nervous and wondering what madness had driven him out into the ring.
Trish stood patiently in the middle of the ring, all of her weight on her right leg, with her arm dangling down and her left hand clasped around her right wrist. The lights seemed to be dimmed everywhere else, but around her. Jericho walked with purpose towards the ring, the crowd pushing him on despite his better judgment.
As he climbed into the ring, Trish stepped sideways so he could get his own microphone. He did just that, and wasted no time in apologizing.
"Trish look I'm sorry for last week, it was…" he started, then trailed off not sure how to explain. "It's just that, with everything, and I don't know what came over me…I was just so…" he was silenced by her lips on his
The audience went wild.
"Look at them J.R. she's all over him! She can't get enough of him!" King exclaimed, practically hopping up and down
Jericho was stunned momentarily, too shocked to respond to her urgent kiss. But that quickly passed when he felt her tongue run across his lower lip. With that simple action, his arms were around her waist, crushing her slight frame to his muscular one, her arms were around his neck, one hand snaked up into his long hair.
When they broke apart both were smiling brilliantly, just looking at one another. Chris's arms were still wrapped about her, and she reached up on her toes to place a more chaste kiss on his red lips.
The jeers and shouts of approval from the audience finally brought them back to reality. Chris loosened his arms enough for her to be able to pull out and then away, looking around them at the packed stadium. She blushed as she looked back at him, he could only grin happily at her.
"Trish is glowing, absolutely glowing." J.R. stated, excited in spite of himself.
Chris caressed the side of Trish's face, part of him in denial that she could actually feel the same way he did. When she looked back at him with adoration in her gentle eyes, he knew that this was real, that this was exactly where he wanted to be.
Trish walked over to the ropes and waited for Chris to join her and walk to the back. When his feet finally unglued themselves from the floor, he sat on the second rope to make it easier for her to get out. She slipped between the ropes and jumped down to the floor easily. Chris was quick to follow, grabbing her hand and interlacing their fingers.
Later on in the night, Lillian was once again in the ring, preparing to announce the next match. "Introducing first, from…" she began but was interrupted by an all too familiar theme song – Eric Bischoff.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sorry to interrupt Lillian, but there seem to be some needed changes to tonight's show." He said, walking with purpose toward the ring, a microphone in hand
Lillian looked around puzzled then shrugged her shoulders as the crowd booed the general manager's appearance. She walked to the ropes to climb out and give him the stage, as was protocol, but Bischoff was having none of that.
"Wait a minute Lillian, there's no need to rush off. I'm just out here to make a quick change and then it's all yours." He told her, smirking sickly
Hesitantly Lillian walked back to the center of the ring, awaiting her boss's news.
"Instead of seeing Molly Holly vs. Trish Stratus, I figured I'd change things up a bit." He started, the crowd booing even louder, wanting to see the two divas go at it. "Instead, it will be an inter-gender match between Molly Holly with her partner Christian against Trish Stratus and her partner Chris Jericho!"
The booing changed almost immediately into cheers and shouts of approval. Not only would they get to see the divas wrestle, but they would get to watch as the new couple had their first tag team match together.
"Lillian, if you would…announce that match." Bischoff said, smirking at her. With a nod from her, he left the ring, rather pleased with himself.
"Introducing first from Forest Lake, Minnesota – Molly Holly!" Lillian announced, as the young diva's music played and she made her way down the ramp, with her Women's Champion belt slung over her shoulder. "And her partner from, Toronto, Canada – Christian!" she waited as his music played and he made his way to the ring. Once inside the ring, the two spoke to one another, loud enough for Lillian to hear, but not enough for the camera's to pick up.
"And their opponents – from Toronto, Canada – Trish Stratus!" Lillian watched as her blonde friend made her way down the ramp, standing a few feet from the edge of the ring, knowing better than to get into the ring with her two opponents without her partner. "And her partner from Winnipeg, Manitoba – Chris Jericho!" with the last wrestler announced, Lillian made her way out of the ring, not watching his entrance.
Trish however, looked back and watched as her new boyfriend did his customary entrance and made his way, smiling, down to her. When he reached her, he threw his arm around her shoulders and she looked over at him. With a sweet kiss, they slid into the ring together. Molly Holly and Christian, both back in their corners gave the two lovebirds a chance to show off for the audience. However, Molly's patience waned quickly and she ran up behind Trish, hitting her in the back of the head.
Chris immediately grabbed the brunette by the hair and threw her away from his fallen girlfriend. Christian, angered at how his friend had betrayed him so easily, climbed into the ring and attacked Jericho as he was helping Trish to her feet. Slamming into the long haired man, Christian forced him to run into Trish, thus causing both to fall. Trish rolled out of the ring, leaving the two men inside to deal with one another. The referee signaled for the bell to be rung, the official start of the match.
Molly was in Christian's corner, and Trish made her way to Jericho's corner, her neck sore from the cheap shot. She couldn't wait to get into the ring with the little rat and knock some sense into her. Thinking about getting her hands on Molly brought Trish back to reality as Christian speared Jericho, laying the man out across the mat. Christian stood, holding both arms above his head as if he already won the match.
Molly was shouting at him, jumping up on the ropes in his corner. Finally, paying some attention to his tag team partner, Christian walked over to her and tagged her in. Molly slipped between the ropes and covered Jericho, the ref counted 1 – 2 – but no three as Jericho kicked out. Molly, stunned that he kicked out, backed up into the corner. Jericho walked towards her as if he was going to hit her, she started pointing and shouting at him to tag in Trish.
Chris looked over his shoulder at the excited blonde, wanting desperately to be tagged in. Smiling cockily, he made his way over to his corner and tagged Trish in. The young Canadian slipped through the ropes quickly and ran up to Molly without pause and began hitting her. Each punch pushed her back into the empty corner, with one final punch Molly was against the turnbuckles. Trish stepped back, licked her hand, and smacked her opponent's chest. The sound created told just how much it must hurt, Molly doubled over, her arm over her reddening chest. Trish took that opportunity to grab Molly's arm and sling her across the ring into the opposite turnbuckles. Trish walked over and grabbed Molly by the hair, dragging her around the ring her eyes on Christian as she DDTed her opponent.
Molly remained on the mat, face down, not moving. Trish dropped to cover her, the ref started the count 1-2- and just as he was coming down for three Christian's big boot came down hard between Trish's shoulder blades, making the blonde pull back and off the immobile Molly. Chris wasn't having any of this however, slipping into the ring to take care of Christian.
Chris, with a running start, grabbed Christian by the neck and threw him over the top rope. Then, holding on to the top rope, he pulled back and down and slung himself out of the ring onto his ex-friend.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Molly had managed to get a slight upper hand and was climbing onto the top turnbuckle. Trish stood and bounced the ropes, messing with Molly's balance and dropping her onto the turnbuckle. Pressing the advantage, Trish ran over to the opposite corner and ran towards Molly. Right before hitting the turnbuckles she did a handstand on the bottom rope, wrapping her legs around Molly's neck. Contracting her muscles, she pulled the brunette off the top, slamming her back onto the mat. Molly arched up, trying to relieve the pain shooting through her back.
Trish covered her as the ref dropped to the ground and began the three count. 1-2-…no three, Molly shot her arm up, resilient. Trish ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. When she turned back to her opponent, Molly was on her feet and coming towards Trish with determination in her eyes. Taking a step to get close enough, Trish lifted her leg in a well known move – the Chick Kick. Molly went down hard, and this time Trish didn't give her a second before covering her.
The referee counted, 1-2-3. Trish rolled off Molly as the bell rang and Lillian announced the winners. However, the victory was short celebrated as Trish looked around the ring for her boyfriend and saw Christian coming towards him with a metal chair. Running over to the turnbuckles, Trish looked down and saw Jericho scooting away from Christian, holding his previously injured knee. Without giving anything a second thought, Trish climbed onto the top turnbuckle and jumped onto Christian. The chair collided with her chest and his face. They fell hard, Christian didn't move and for a moment Trish didn't move either, sprawled across the unconscious man.
Jericho, extremely worried about his girlfriend and impressed that she would go to such a risk for him, forced himself up and limped over to her. Once at her side he dropped back down and pulled her onto his lap.
About this time, the crowd went ballistic. A few breaths later Matt Hardy and Lita were crouching next to him bombarding him with questions.
"Wait!" he shouted over them, the camera's able to pick it up
"I'll carry her back." Matt offered, already bending down to pick up his girlfriend's best friend.
Trish groaned and reached back for her neck. When she opened her eyes and saw Matt leaning towards her she shrank back, not realizing she was in Chris' lap. "Baby, it's alright, he's gonna help you backstage." Chris told her, kissing her cheek
"No…" she told him, pushing Matt's arms away, "I'm fine."
"I'll help you Trish." Lita told her, helping the blonde to stand then putting Trish's arm around her shoulders and wrapping her own arm around Trish's waist
"Come on man, I got you." Matt said, doing the same to Chris that Lita had for Trish
"Is he okay?" Trish asked Lita as she walked up the ramp
Lita couldn't stifle her laughter, she looked back at Matt. "She wants to know if he's alright!" she told him.
Matt chuckled a little. Yet at the same time he knew were Lita and him in Trish and Chris' place they'd be asking about the other too. As soon as they were behind the curtains Trish stopped, wanting to see Chris.
When Chris and Matt walked up right next to the two women, Chris pulled away from Matt and pulled Trish into his arms. When he released her enough to pull back and look up at him, he brushed her hair out of her face.
"Are you ok?" they asked simultaneously
Matt and Lita looked at each other and laughed. This reminded them so much of the beginning of their relationship, when everything was new and nothing was certain. But after being together for two years, they had a sense of stability that no other WWE couple could touch.
"Let's give them a moment." Amy whispered into Matt's ear, pulling his arm. "Hey guys, we're goin' to get our stuff so we can head out. We'll be at the locker room."
The two blonds looked up and nodded before looking back at each other. When the footsteps faded and the only two left in the room were Trish and Chris, he spoke. "You shouldn't have jumped." He chastised
"You would've done the same." She told him knowingly
"That's not the point. You could've gotten seriously hurt, promise me you won't risk yourself that way again." Chris said, bringing her petite frame closer to him
"I can't, if something like that were to happen again I would do it without thought." Trish told him honestly. She was surprised by the power of the words and how true they rang in her. Without a doubt she knew that she would jump off a steel cage for Jericho, hopefully it would never come to that, but the intensity of her emotions was startling after being with him for such a short amount of time.
"Trish you can't risk yourself or your career just because of me." He told her, not wanting her to get hurt.
"And you can?" she asked
"I will." He told her
Neither one was afraid that the other didn't feel the same, because it was obvious of the intense care they felt towards one another, but the fact that the emotions were so strong so quickly frightened both of them slightly. Sure they both were attracted to one another, but the protectiveness that was typical of couples that had been together for awhile was new. Instead of cowering at it all, they stood tall taking comfort from knowing the other was there and felt the same.
"Whatever you can or will do, I'll do the same." Trish told him. And before he could argue she lifted herself up on her toes and kissed him. He was taken off guard so he didn't immediately respond, but when he did it was with as much fervent passion as she was putting into the kiss.
"Now come on, we have some celebrating to do, it is after all our first victory." Trish said, once she pulled back, smiling.
Chris put his arm around her shoulders and smiled brightly. "Yes we do."
Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I'm having some hardcore writers' block. If any of you have ideas or suggestions for where this should go, have at it. I'm always open to new ideas...I've got part of the next chapter written, but I'm not quite sure if I like it. Lemme know watcha think of this one.