Chapter 6
"So what happened with you and Chris last week?" Lita questions, alone in the locker room with Trish.
"Nothing." Trish practically sang the word, grinning all the while
"I call bullshit!" Lita laughed
Biting her lip Trish raised her brows at Lita.
"You little skank!" Lita squealed
"No ma'am! We didn't, almost but," she tells her, shaking her head, "we didn't."
"Why not?" Lita asks, stunned
Shrugging Trish turned back to her bag, trying to pull her clothes out. "I don't want our first time to be in some hotel room where you and Matt could walk in at any second." She explained. "But I think since we're in Canada, maybe tonight? I don't live far from here and…well it just feels right." She told her best friend, never looking up at her
"Wow." Lita says, smiling at the obvious happiness in her friend, "I know exactly what you mean."
"Yeah. Oh I want to show you something, something I got him. It's kind of silly, but…" she trails off, reaching into her bag and pulling out a jersey. Unfolding it, Trish holds it against herself, the Canadian leave bright red against the white long, sleeved shirt. "And the back…" she says turning it around, "I made it for him…" she tells Lita, showing her the back with Jericho's last name across the top and number one down the back.
"That's not silly. That's sweet." Lita tells her, awed by how enamored her blonde friend is
"I thought I'd wear it tonight…" Trish confessed, blushing slightly before turning away to put the jersey back.
"Girl, you've got it bad." Lita tells her, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Well if that's not the pot calling the kettle black." Trish laughs, turning right back to her friend
"Yeah, well why don't you just go and get ready for your evening?" Lita returns, teasing Trish, laughing at how two former Women's Champions have managed to fall so hard for two of the WWE's wrestlers.
"You ready for this? This is big." Jericho says, his hand on Trish's shoulder, trying to get her pumped for their match
"Yeah, yeah I'm ready." She tells him, pulling on her matching purple jacket. "Listen, after the show tonight I want to give you something."
"Okay?" he returns puzzled by her cryptic-ness
"I just want to tell you," she starts, reaching out to touch him, "I've never…this is crazy, but I've just never felt this way before." She confesses, looking up into his soft blue eyes. Running her hand up and down his abs, she adds, "You know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean, 'cause I feel the same way." He tells her, running his fingertips along her arm. Brushing all the way down to her hand he entwines their fingers and says, "Come on, lets go."
The two teams walk around the ring, Chris and Trish in one corner with Rico and Miss Jacky in another. Jericho evaluates the situation, already having looked over Rico, he walks around the ref to see Miss Jacky. The moment Rico thinks he's out of Jericho's sights he turns on Trish, shoving her face backwards, causing her to fall hard against the mat. Having caught movement out of the corner of his eye, Jericho turned in time to see her fall.
As the referee ushers Miss Jacky out of the ring, Jericho punches Rico in the face. Stepping forward he grabs him by the hair, and punches him, again and again until Rico's back is against the turnbuckles. With all of his adrenaline and momentum, Jericho pushes Rico against the ropes and sends him flying across the ring, as Rico's coming back, Jericho clotheslines him.
While Rico is down, Jericho rips his shirt off of him, throwing it on the ground before reaching for the now standing Rico and punching him yet again. Having thrown off Rico's balance, Jericho manhandles him into the opposite corner, before giving him some of the hardest chops Jericho has ever used.
Just as Jericho's going for number four, Rico uses an illegal, but effective move – the eye rape. Temporarily blinded, Jericho stumbles back and away from his opponent. Taking advantage, Rico moves forward with Jericho, grabbing him by the hair, he turns the blonde man towards him, still hunched over, and uses his entire forearm against Jericho's shoulders and neck. Jericho falls to his knees from the strong blows, he tries to get up every time only to get hit back down. Finally he gets to his feet, just to have Rico swing him right into a clothesline.
Like the fighter he is, Jericho gets back up to his feet, holding his neck. But Rico is on a roll, as he kicks the wounded man in the torso, doubling him over. Rico grabs Jericho's left arm, twists around and throws his leg over, before donkey-kicking Jericho in the face. Jericho falls right onto his back, so hard that he actually pops back up into an almost sitting position. Taking advantage, Rico runs over and shoves Jericho down for the pin. One…two…and a kick out. Frustrated, Rico lets Chris get up and stumble around for a moment before grabbing the blonde man's hair and smacking him face-first into the turnbuckle.
While Jericho's dazed, Rico spins him around and uses his mixed martial arts background to throw some hardy punches. The ref is counting right in Rico's ear, yelling at him to get Jericho out of the ring. Finally listening, Rico grabs Jericho's arm and slings him across the ring, towards the opposite turnbuckle. Seeing this opportunity, Jericho reaches both arms forward and grabs the ropes, propelling himself into the air long enough for Rico to run right underneath him. Coming down, he bounces backwards and just as Rico turns to come towards him again, he crouches down and lifts the man up and suplexs him. Rico gets right back up and Jericho chops him across the chest into the ropes, then grabs his arm and spins around to throw him into the ropes across the ring, but Rico uses his own momentum to launch Jericho across the ring. Countering Rico's move, Jericho uses a move similar to a spear, except he rolls Rico up seemingly for a count, but in all actuality for the Walls of Jericho.
Realizing the danger, Rico squirms and wriggles his way to the ropes, clinging to them for dear life. The ref pulls Jericho off of Rico, giving Rico the chance to slip through the ropes and stand on the outside edge of the ring. Jericho glancing over his shoulder, runs towards the ropes and springboard kicks Rico right off the apron. The crowd screams their excitement and approval. Swaggering around the ring before he drops down and slides out to retrieve his lost opponent.
Getting a small opportunity to turn the tide, Rico runs into the ropes and then back towards Jericho who has his arm extended for another clothesline. Only to have Rico duck under and spin him around for a kick to the stomach, doubling Jericho over. Rico grabs Jericho's left arm and spins it around, creating a shock of pain to shoot down his arm, before kicking Jericho in the chest a couple times. Then moving his leg, he kicks the Canadian in the head. Jericho pulls away from Rico and cradles his head. Rico bounces back into the ropes and launches himself at the wounded Jericho, but Jericho clotheslines Rico, nearly flipping the man over in the air. Jericho bounces right back up, and holds his face once more, while Rico crawls on his knees over to his tag team partner.
Having been rather unceremoniously tagged in, Miss Jacky slides in between the ropes and walks towards Jericho shouting at him to tag in Trish, that he can't do anything to her. She tries to kick in him in the stomach, but being a little too slow, gets caught. This makes her start to freak out, bouncing around trying to maintain her balance she continues shouting. Then all of a sudden Jericho lifts her leg higher than she's prepared to go, and Miss Jacky meets the mat rather unceremoniously as well. More than happy, Jericho raises his arm in the air and turns to Trish, tagging her in.
More than happy to oblige the small blonde, Trish slides between the ropes and climbs up to the top. Right as Miss Jacky turns around, Trish jumps off the top and cross-bodies her. The ref drops and counts to one, but Trish rolls away and pops up to her feet, a bit unsteadily though. Catching herself, she hops over to her crouched down opponent, as they pass one another, they both duck down. Turning Trish pulls back her arm and throws hard elbows into Miss Jacky's ample chest, again and again, until she's up against the ropes.
Once up against the ropes, Trish switches from elbows to hard slaps. Grabbing her, Trish throws Miss Jacky across the ring, only to get reversed and thrown into the ropes herself. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Trish jumps and pounces on the blonde. Immediately they both go down, and Trish goes for the cover. One…two…kick out. Trish rolls away and pops up again, ready for round two.
As soon as Miss Jacky gets to her feet, Trish kicks her in the stomach, doubling her over. Trish wastes no time, in grabbing her hair and pulling her down under her arm and throwing Miss Jacky's arm across her shoulders to provide leverage. Just as Trish is about to lift up, Miss Jacky counters and blocks the move, trying again, but another counter. The two guys start to get rowdy in the corner and the ref walks over to Jericho to calm him, turning his back completely to Rico.
Ever the opportunist, Rico quickly climbs into the ring and using his forearm hits Trish right in the back. Then before anyone knows it, he's next to his tag team partner, pulling Trish's other arm across his shoulders. They flip her in the air and slam her back into the unforgiving mat. J.R. and King are in an uproar about the unfair, cheating style, as the crowd goes ballistic. Trish arches up, hoping to alleviate some of the shooting pain. Miss Jacky drops down and goes to cover Trish right as the ref turns to see what all the whoop-la is about. The ref runs over to start a count and Rico's dancing happily sure that they're going to get the win.
One…two…kick out! Miss Jacky sits up on her knees, throwin' her arms wide asking the ref what happened. While Jericho leans against the ropes, watching his girl, clapping and shouting his approval at her tenacity. As Trish slowly moves to her knees Jericho yells for the crowd to cheer louder, and Miss Jacky gets up and walks over to the kneeling Canadian.
The lights dim out and no one can see a thing.
Five minutes later they kick back on, both girls crawling to their respective corners.
Miss Jacky makes the first tag, crawling on her hands and knees out of the ring. While Trish drags herself over to Chris, and with a final burst of energy pushes real hard to jump up and tag him in, only to roll out of the ring heartbeats later. Both men run racing towards one another, then at the last moment change trajectory and head for opposite ropes. Jericho with more fire, bounces up and clotheslines Rico. With his momentum he jumps again, changes paths and runs to another set of ropes, right as Rico gets to his feet Jericho rams his shoulder into the pink-pant-wearing man. Rico falls hard and stays down for a moment or two then gets back to his feet and charges towards Chris. Already prepared, Jericho is more than capable of missing the sloppy clothesline. Going under the man's arm, Jericho waits for him to swing back around and jumps up for the Enziguri. Rico falls flat on his face. Chris drops down, pulls the man over and covers him. One…two…kick out. Not one to waste time, Chris is back on his feet, while Rico is a little slower to the punch. Once he's on his knee's Jericho walks up, pulling up Rico's head, and throws an elbow right to his chest knocking him back. Pushing further, Jericho slaps Rico right into the corner. Now that he has his opponent where he wants him, Jericho continues to slap Rico's chest. Making him recoil and curl up, only to be thrown back against the turnbuckles by Jericho and slapped again.
Hoping to end the match, Jericho grabs Rico's arm and pulls him out of the corner, but Rico turns and slings Jericho into the turnbuckles across the ring. Rico pushes forward, seeking to gain the upper hand, only to catch an elbow to the face. Rico takes a couple large steps back and out of the way, giving Chris a chance to get out of the corner. And right as he does, Rico whirls around and gives the blonde man a swift kick in the ribs. Making him backtrack into the corner again.
This time, Rico presses ahead with no hesitation. He runs and jumps up, placing his left foot on the rope and using his right to kick Jericho in the head. Coming back down, he turns, knowing there is no way for Jericho to simply stand after that move. And true to fashion, Jericho falls holding his head. He turns to find Jericho walking on his knees around the ring, and he swings his arm and slams it into Jericho's back before running to the corner and climbing out and up the ropes.
However, he made a mistake in giving Jericho plenty of time to rise to his feet. Right as Rico jumped, Jericho turned, and planted his fist in the man's abdomen. Rico clear flipped and landed on his back. Shaking off the effects of Rico's kick, Jericho turns and runs towards the ropes, giving himself some extra push, before running and using the Bulldog against Rico. With Rico flat on his back, Jericho runs to another set of ropes to do his closer – the Lionsault. Except, Rico saw it coming, and rolled out of the way.
Chris, ever the athlete, landed on his feet, and as Rico came charging at him, he threw the man over to top rope. Miss Jacky climbed to the top rope to hopefully help her team out, only to lose her balance when Chris bounced against the ropes. Then the idea hit him to finish off Rico, he ran across the ring, grabbed the top rope, pulled back and down and launched himself out of the ring.
Trish quickly climbed into the ring and did a handstand on the bottom rope, wrapping her well muscled legs around Miss Jacky's neck. And pulled her down from the top onto the hard mat. Both women regained their footing about the same time, only Trish wasn't suffering from the move like Miss Jacky was. And quickly used that to her advantage, grabbing the girl, she pulled her head under her arm and ran over to the ropes, jumping up she did the Stratusfaction. One…two…three.
Trish's theme song blares over the speakers, as the ref holds up her hand in victory. Chris slides into the ring and swaggers over to his girlfriend, both smiling and grinning like fools. Trish wraps her arms around Chris's neck and he hugs her back, then lifts her up and twirls around. The world melts away as they look into the other's eyes, happy at their victory and their drama-free life. He sets her down and takes hold of her hands, she pulls him close and then backs away, towards the ropes, only to pull him to her once more. Grinning devilishly, Jericho wraps his arm around her shoulders and tilts her head to his, softly kissing her temple.
They both climb out of the ring and he immediately turns to her, wrapping his arm once again around her shoulders. She looks up, smiling, into his bright face, her hand on his chest. As they start to walk up the ramp, she caresses his cheek and bits her lip in the cutest fashion. Together they make their way to the back.
"I'm tellin' you C-man, she's not gonna put out." Christian tells Chris, excitedly bouncing from foot to foot
"Why? Why? What's makes you say that?" Chris returns, standing up to his fellow Canadian
"Oh come on, Trish is a prude!" he tells Jericho, "Now Molly Holly…she's extreme…"
"What? So you had a thing with Molly Holly, big deal, I've been with Trish the past two months." He leans in, trying to make it all the better, "She's been falling for me."
Christian scoffs, looking off elsewhere, thinking his buddy has lost his mind. "Come on, come on. I know you're into that huggy, kissy, cuddle stuff. I'm not into that man, I've already rounded third base and am headin' for home. Trish is a prude, she's locked at the knees. Molly Holly…Molly's extreme, she's extreme." He says emphasizing it by poking Jericho's chest each time he says extreme.
"Did you not hear what Trish was saying earlier? 'I've never felt this way before.'" He mimics in a higher-pitched tone.
Christian just laughs.
"I'll tell you somethin', she's gonna be feelin' somethin' she's never felt before later on tonight." Chris tells his friend, his Jericho alter-ego taking precedence over the true Chris.
"Right, alright man, we'll see." Christian tells him, "But I bet you one dollar, Canadian, that I can get Molly before you get Trish." He holds up the small coin, smirking all the while
"Let me put it to you this way…if you think the Paris Hilton sex tape was hot, just wait till you see the highlight reel I'm puttin' together tonight." Chris tells him, taking the dollar coin. Feeling cocky about his ability to win this impromptu bet.
Trish holds onto the hockey jersey, afraid of letting go. Tears come to her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall. Not for him, never for a guy. Running her hand through her silky tresses, she wonders how she could have been so blind. Not to see how Jericho truly is. Looking down at the jersey with his name across the back, she can't help but feel her heart break. Everything she felt was real, and he was just playing a game?
Trying to pull herself together, she breathes deeply, her eyes ever straying down to the shirt in her hands. A few minutes later and she's able enough to walk down the hallway, back to her dressing room. Hopefully an empty dressing room, she can't stand the questions and worried looks if Lita, Matt, and Jeff were there.
And the guy just has to go and be a dumbass...should Trish go running into Jeff's arms or will Chris apologize and fight to get her back? You tell me...