Summary/Author's note: After finding out that the truth about their budding relationship with Chris Jericho and Christian Cage was all a sham. A bet. Trish Stratus and Lita find out that they have a lot more in common than just being played.
Implied Trish/ Jericho implied Chris Jericho/Ajay Reso, implied Trish/Lita/Ajay, Lita/ Christian Cage. Lita/Trish
Jericho / Scottlyn McMahon
This is going to be set after they find out about the bet leading up to and after the 2003 Battle of the Sexes. Also, I am going to kind of ignore the relationship Lita had with Matt Hardy. And that's mostly because I can't stand Matt Hardy. This is also going to be the first very short story (10 chapters) in Ajay Reso (Ashton Hardcastle) 's series. And the second story in Scotlynn McMahon's series. Also, I'm making the bet happening outside of kayfabe too.
Chapter 1: I Can't Believe It
Trish Stratus shook her head as she paced the length of the crowded locker room, tears still clear in her eyes that were fixed on the floor. She couldn't believe that this whole time she was being played like a damn fool. That the relationship and feelings that she had for Jericho and that he had for her were all a fucking bet. A plaything, a means to an end. She shook her head and clenched her fists as she kept pacing.
"T, would you relax?" Her redhead counterpart Lita said from where she was sitting on the bench, "They are men there is no reason to get so damn upset about it."
"How can you be so relaxed about this?" The Canadian asked more distress than before.
"I am not. I'm pissed as hell about it but acting like this and crying over them isn't going to do anything." She said standing and folding her arms, "Does it suck that we got played for a fucking Canadian dollar? You're damn right it does. I hate that they did this to us. They took advantage of our feelings and the whole world saw it."
Trish nodded her head leaning against the nightstand, "What do we do then?" "We get even babe, we get even."
Trish nodded her head raising her eyes to look at her.
Lita pushed her fingers through her fiery red hair and licked her lips. She wasn't quite sure what they would do to get even but she sure the hell was going to try to make this better.
By any means necessary. Even if that meant calling Ashton, Christian's younger sister, to try and talk sense into her brother or even Jericho. Both of them listened to her for the most part.
Anger was burning through Christian Cage as he shoved his items back into his bag.
"How the hell did they find out about this? I thought we were more careful about this." "We were!" Chris Jericho stressed.
"Then how the hell did they find out?" Jericho shrugged, "I have no idea, they are women, they are sneaky."
Christian let out an angry sigh as he yanked the zipper up on his bag, "Well now everything is ruined."
"It's not ruined, we just need to get them back. It can't be that hard." Jericho commented, folding his arms across his chest, "They will be easy to win back into our favor. We just have to woo them back."
Christian turned to look at him, how could he say that? There was no way they could easily woo them back into their arms. They were pissed and pissed at them for doing this.
"It's not going to work and you know it." He said, "We are in deep shit. At least Bischoff is on our side about this. And we can use that to our advantage."
Chris shook his head as he moved away from his friend; there was no way they were going to forgive them. No way.
"Don't get him involved, he will hold it over our heads for the rest of our careers."
Christian grinned and patted his shoulder before walking out of the locker room to talk to Raw's general manager.
Bischoff may be sleazy but at least he knew how to get things done. And he hated Trish and Lita almost as Christian did right then.
He would be a good ally going forward whether Jericho saw it that way or not. Seeing Trish and Lita exit the locker room, he paused and smirked.
At the end of the day, he was still going to win the bet and seal the deal with Lita.
Feeling his eyes on her, Lita glared at him and pushed him roughly. Trish followed steps behind her, scoffing as she passed.
He turned his head watching them walk, then walking like this was only making him want it more.
Lita waited until she heard the shower turn on and she picked up her phone and scrolled through the contacts until she found Ashton's contact information and pressed the button, it rang once, twice then, "Hey Li, give me a second.' The background noise went quiet and she came back, "sorry I'm just getting ready to go back home and the dorm is crowded." The former Queen of Extreme had forgotten that the younger Reso sibling had started her first semester at Northwestern that summer and put her wrestling aspirations on hold. "What's up?"
"Have you talked to your brother lately?"
"Which one?" There was an underlying amount of hurt in her voice, and the older woman felt like a tool, both Christian and Ajay had been informed that they had a younger half-brother and possibly a younger half-sister. The older sibling had turned more devious, more selfish. And Ashton, she wasn't sure about. Edge, whom she had been in contact with while he was out on injury mentioned that she had almost shut down and then went to Ohio with her roommate and a couple of her friends but the results were unknown even to Edge whom she told everything to. "How are you doing with that? "
"Lita, which brother?"
"The one that you share a mother with."
"No, I have been busy with finals. What happened?"
"They placed a bet on who would bed Trish or me first."
"They did what?"
"For one Canadian dollar."
Ashton let out a disbelieving laugh, "A goddamn Canadian dollar? Are you kidding me? You are so out of his league." Lita smirked, she knew getting the younger girl involved in this was a good idea. "What do you need me to do?"